I feel everything. I feel everything like it is physically touching my soul.
It is the experience when the sunset makes you want to cry, every single time.
Where the laugh of a child feels like the hand of God on your back.
The grass on your bare feet is a million sensations in each individual blade, and they feel like music against your skin.
Colors have personalities and flavors. They are sensations. I hear them.
Colors are a neon sign from the Eternal.
The warmth of another body isn’t just a comfort, it is every single loving thing
you have ever experienced, all together.
Good music feels like it is being composed inside my very heart;
it rattles my ribcage from the inside out. It is dancing with me.
The branches of trees are long arms aching to pull me into Heaven. I
am more rooted to earth than they are. And it makes me sad I cannot go.
Beauty makes me cry full, soft tears.
It is in my chest like a pinch, a sharp heart-pain. The nearness, and yet the distance,
of Heaven stops my breath short.
It is the feeling of awe and grief simultaneously.
Beauty is the cracks, and pain is the pieces that cannot be whole.