When I am in a room of people I close my eyes and try to imagine how they see around ; through their eyes. I even put into account their height, Emotions, position in the room, visual and hearing capabilities. This is so addictive that I once spaced out for an hour. But when I tried to do it to a girl that confessed to me I literally overloaded my mind. What the hell did she see in me?
Have you ever noticed that you're alive? The gentle breeze pressing on your body. Each piece of fabric in your clothing scratching your skin every time you move. The taste of your own mouth and just how vivid the colors around you are? The slight smell in the room that you forgot about. I do this a lot.
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