When you go outside in a thunderstorm
and you feel the rain pour onto your skin.
Drenching the pulsating pores on your face,
stimulating that deep sensation of below zero degrees.
What else can you feel?

When you stand on the beach with the hot sand beneath,
or feeling the cold waves of ocean seep between your fragile
nerves.
Or the gentle whisper of the wind drifting beside you.
The hot sun deeply penetrating the depths of your eyes.
What else can you feel?

When you stand on a mountain looking straight down,
watching ant-like figures moving, like they're escaping from
you.
The almost-airless atmosphere choking you deeply,
your lungs on the brink of explosion.
What else can you feel?

When you grab a pen and sit down with a tattered notebook,
when you feel your hand brush the pages, hear the pen
helplessly releasing the ink, draining the fluid,
like blood, water, poison.
When you feel your mind's began to lose pressure.
What else can you feel?

When you stand in front of the one you love,
gazing deep into their eyes. Feeling bullets being shot.
Or the gentle brush of their lips across your cheek.
So deeply and pure, the love is for sure alive.
What else can you feel?

When you read this poem, from beginning to end,
your eyes feeling tired, or hurt.
Whether you are laughing, crying, or stoned in emotion.
When you find the depths of these words,
what else can you feel?