Sight
The sight is unbearable. It's so oppressive your eyes start to water, your mind goes foggy like a blind mans eye, and all you can do is watch.
Taste
You can taste the tears slowly drip down your face and onto your lip as it quivers. You mouth feels dry like the sahara you can't speak, you want to scream but you can't.
Touch
The dried ends of your hair soon turning greasy from pulling at it too much. The unbearable temptation to to that person again. You yearn for their voice.
Smell
The stench of overflowing trash can fill my nose, surrounding me every where with no escape. Once it's there, it can't be forgotten. Your old perfume stains my shirts and that sickly sweet smell makes me want to turn back time.
Hear
The small drips of my tears are almost identical to my heavy breathing. Their almost rhythmical; like soft drums played in the rain.
What it feels? You tell me...
