I like this feeling.

This feeling, it's ticklish. Feels like ants crawling all over, except my toes and fingers. Them, I can't feel. I tried to make a fist with my right hand but I cant feel it. Did I make a fist?

Wait, I think I can focus that feeling to where it's coming from. Some where about the shoulder perhaps.

*slap*

I slapped my shoulders with my hands, at least I think it was with my hands. All I can feel is the stinging of my shoulders. Not my hands. Still nothing there.

Maybe it's not the shoulders. No, I don't think so now. It's slightly lower. Around the back perhaps. Oooh there it is! The back, the spine! Ahh... my hands, they tremble...every muscle in my body is twitching..what's happening?

Ouch. What was that? It felt like my brain was pulled out of my head and dropped into a steal bowl, tossed about, and dropped back into my head. Not the entire process but just the feeling when the brain is back in the head. The short, sharp pain. Totally sudden, totally unantici-Ouch-pated. There it is again!

I don't really like this feeling anymore...

It's going in, deeper and deeper. Seeping through my bones making them rattle. Piercing my lungs like a thousand needles, slowly as though the needles were taking turns. Breathing is much restricted. Vapour formed each time I exhaled.

This feeling has reached my heart. Any moment now, it's going to surge right through it.


...


The feeling hesitates. That's quite unusual, as though it is in doubt. Circling my pathetic little heart as though unsure what to do, caught in the dilemma between sympathy and callousness.

"Speak to me, oh little woebegone creature. My mind is split by thoughts of sparing your wretched soul and diving into your forlorn figure to devour you from within," the feeling spoke in its low, apathetic voice.

The rattling of bones seized.
Deafening silence.

My heart looked up and spoke, "I am the heart. Once radiating with hope and love, I am now nothing but a dejected sack of sorrow. Cold feeling, devour me from within just as part of your mind have suggested."

"So be it..."