Since I was a kid, I’ve had thousands of feelings in me that really has no name to them. I feel it in my system, but I can’t name them. I feel them in my soul much like dry wind brushing ever so lightly upon my tan skin that starts from my toes to my fingertips. Each feeling I feel is like this swan origami dangling in the forest. Each feeling I feel is like a reflection of another me, dancing in the cold weather of slow melodic rain. There’s an invisible tree within me.These feelings have hands and I give them a home. And It doesn’t exist to everyone. I guess I’m special, because others don’t have it. They only claim to experience what I have. Whatever this is , I consider this a gift.
