Touch
the very sensation of touching is like a great gift,
some say the loss of sight or even hearing is the worse,
but the loss of touch is like a seeing a great beautiful present,
wrapped just for you,
yet never being able to hold it, open it,
You see and hear everything but the very presence of the world around you is lost
in translation,
till all that is left is a sector of the world that should be ours but doesn't seem to
belong to us.
with no chance of reality coming forth.
what a lonely place.
All the great sensations that are ours to behold are just beyond our reach.
Never being able to feel the the textures that this world has to offer,
A dazzling collection of orestra of sensation that is not ours to hold but only to
behold ever out of our reach.
Copyright © Natalie Lekang | Year Posted 2006
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