That feeling alive 

Goes along with feeling

I welcome the cold into my bones

In hope my soul will truly search for warm

And in days without sun

And the only way my eyes choose to be is closed

I reach out in the haze for some white noise

Stimulation

A reminder among an ordinary day

That I am nothing less or more than a given kiss

Between Gods lips and the universe

Shifting in the uncomfortable and unideal walks

There exists a return

Present, future, and past

Where I felt the soft fingertips of life

Caress my cheek and make me laugh

Despite not being ticklish