sentient

i’m constantly reminding myself to allow feeling.

i had forced myself numb, but long to feel again.

not for others.

to feel the crisp air of fall fill my lungs.

to smell campfires and autumn leaves.

the feeling of rain dripping into my eyes as i look up at the sky.

i’m still here,

despite my longing for peace.

only for these things.

by some ill-fated trick, i was given life in this way.

i have, as far as i know, a soul that yearns to be…