As always, read it out loud.

I saw a broken man, trying to grasp the sands of life in his trembling hands as a mechanical heart sounded a slowing harmony in time with his own.

I heard a loud, sloppy splash as a young fish in the river leapt up in an intricate and inhuman dance with the water, landing gracefully again and swimming onward with the endless tide.

I tasted salt, as an ocean of my own frustration caused me to prove how human I am.

I smelled death; the air losing its vigor as it grew crisp and living things shedding their garments of orange and red, so as to let them die beautiful.

I touched a soul, with the palm of my hand, within a canvas of many colors that held the heart of its creator, and my own.

When I can say I have lived, I can say I have lived.

These things I have felt.

AN--Purely experimental. Thought I'd play around with a few short sentences about the senses using prose. Reviews are appreciated.