It almost feels like singing: with your fingertips, with your blind eyes and blind soul, crying yourself out in the chilly wind.
Almost feels like crying: eyes wet, hands shaking.
It almost feels like taking pictures, cause every moment is so bloody fleeting, so unique.
It almost certainly feels like dying, 'cause there is no air and you don't know what will happen.
It feels like burning, it tickles, it itches and deafens you, paralyzes and unlocks you at the same time.
Being alive.