It was what you´ll never forget. So vivid. You always suspected it, heck you knew it. You just knew it. You hoped that it wouldn´t, but it did. Of course it did. What would you expect with your luck, or lack of it. Destruction by words. One, two and you were dead. Your life long desire to change every question mark into a full stop. Now you have no sensation of touch. Fingertips that have no purpose anymore. Identifiable, but useless. Have been desensitised. What has to be done? Over by the tree is a story waiting to be told. I heard the whispers when I walked past it the other day. I dare you to go. Find out its tale. Put your memory of touch into practise.