Imagery:
Experiencing life the way I have – that is, only through what I see and hear – has made it hard for me to really understand some things. I’ve seen people run, but I have no idea what your legs feel like when you do that. What does your arm feel like throwing a baseball? Your fingers holding a pencil? What do your lips feel like when you kiss somebody?
The dog died. His eyes seemed locked onto mine at that moment when life left him; I wasn’t watching the dog then, I was looking at death looking back at me.
Stuck in Neutral