Death of An Agoraphobic

I awoke in a half dead state. Senses crippled with no thoughts. I lay alone, in an empty space. The nothingness lasts until I peel open my eyes. Without warning bursts of light pierce my soul as the colours in my world overflow. That empty state was live and new, a brilliant sight that slowly grew. I throw open my door, and my senses are assaulted with life. A spectrum of sounds and a swirl of smells collide. I can feel the world, as I stand in my doorway. A bleak existence that now has meaning. I can feel. The warmth of the sun beats down. The gentle touch of the wind exhilarates me. I am lost in time, with no need to find my way. I can see the leaves on the trees flitter. The windows of the cars flicker with reflected light. I dare myself, and close my eyes, leaving the beautiful sensations. All I can do is breath, and now I feel alive. I fall back, and land on the grass. With eyes closed I feel the hundreds of blades, fresh, and new. I can feel, and I am alive. Alex Gladu A Feeling of Hope