lonely thursday

imagine if you lost your sense of touch.  romanticize sight and hearing all you want, and how much you’d miss them and your life would be half lived, but imagine!  no sense of soft or hard, rough or smooth.  (the feel of wet skin, or a man’s unshaven cheek.  c’mon, use your imagination.)  i was staring at the clouds thinking this earlier.  i’ve always said i’d shrivel up and die of a broken heart if i lost my sight (ever hear that thom yorke and bjork song "i’ve seen it all"?) and that i’d feel totally alone in a world of silence if i lost my hearing.  but touch.  woo ha.  good thing i don’t know if its even possible .. lol.