Senses

Notes of wind through leaves, flowing in a breezy way of harmony, singing through people's ears, a sweet melody of silence, and music.
The air, tainted by the passing cars on the road, and the smell of ignorance on pedestrian's faces, wafting by your nose.
If you think about your past, you will receive brain waves of soft, warm water that passes over your mind, in a comforting thought of a memory.
Passing your fingertips over the familiar skin of your arm, you can almost feel the veins underneath, a constant movement of small, almost invisible cells from one limb, to the next, carrying the same message, the same heartbeat.
Seeing people on the streets, you think of how innocent they seem, yet guilty all the same, because of the harm they are doing to the earth, and those small, seemingly insignificant, lives and cycles of life, that present themselves before, right as you turn to step on an innocent spider, while afraid of only a bite.
A tender taste of home, drifting down your throat to shake the imaginary hand of your heart, to tell you: Welcome home! and your tongue sensing the closeness of your family dinner made with either love, or insincerity, one sweet, one sour.
Feelings are created out of what you sense or think, and they are all closely related to the heart and soul.