Are you there? Feet? Hello? And a funny feeling follows. I wonder that if when we get our extremities numbed their mobility goes to another plane of existence? Would it be that my legs are walking on some magic kingdom I know not but the lucid notion of it from when I dream… If you think about it where are they going? Is gravity 0 on my blood pressure of my feet? What cosmic womb are they getting themselves into? Do I even have a drop of blood flowing through every single one of my fingers? As if little ants were crawling in my soles certainly is what I feel at the moment. Tingling! tingling! Somehow my feet are walking back to me. Would they recognize me? Was the journey too long?... if such thing—time—was inevitable where they were running of course… And were they free? In the clouds? What clouds? Free from what?… And we’re back again on our feet. I wander what was its color? I'm sure numbness may have many hues…
