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Use your five senses.
So, this has been done repeatedly, but it's always a good technique to practice. The idea here is to use your five senses to describe an emotion. For example, what does madness smell like? What does happiness sound like, taste like, feel like to the touch? If you could take a photograph of loneliness, what would it look like? For example, a lady I knew once described confusion as tasting like Chinese food; one can't tell if it is sweet, sour, or salty. Those are the rules. Use all your five senses to describe an emotion (no using an emotion to describe another emotion, though!) to the very best of your ability. Poetry, prose, short story, whichever one you prefer, it is all fair game. Tag me at the bottom of your entry, por favor.
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Peaches256
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Satisfied?

Comfort is the perfect name for one that will not fully define themselves. It could be rumoured that Ease is an easy-going man with possessions to spare and ready nuggets of wisdom to impart and Pleasure is a wildly pleasurable woman with little needs and living in the abundance of her fulfilled wants. My experience with Contentment was...neither?

I touched Contentment once, if memory serves me right. It was more of a graze, honestly. I don’t think she felt it but it electrified me and set all my hairs on edge. She feels like energy and rest simultaneously. A conundrum at least! She was warm to the touch and reminded me of the joy of a warm meal and bed waiting at home. And just like that she was gone and I returned for my... meal and bed?

I have glimpsed her time and again. Close enough to see but not touch. Our movement is like a dance in a crowded room, like a walk on the busiest streets and I’m always bumped into before I can reach her. Yet, I keep striving! I could tell her anywhere now. We’ve had so many of these encounters to miss her. She looks like a dream that vanishes at the break of dawn, like that photo that takes you by surprise at how well it comes out and you just have to show it to everyone. But she has the steady encouraging eyes that have me thinking of... family?

I find my way by her voice. It sounds like wind chimes when a breeze rushes past, so clear, so strong. And constantly fleeting! Like a call to the wild only the trained can discern. But when the wind calms down she sounds increasingly like heartwarming conversation, mixed with learning and appreciation, with a stranger or a...friend?

Her scent is intoxicating. You could follow it to your grave. She is an album of scents like the burst in a flower garden after the rain. It is hard to pick out what smells best; the soil, the flowers or the air itself so you busk in it all. You recall all the smells you've walked through that left an impact on you and the one that lingers is the one that smells just like home. Cooking and baking. Breezy kitchens and stuffy bedrooms. Sweaty healthy bodies and growth. And you follow her...home?

And when you kiss Contentment, you will know she tastes like ice-cold water on a sun-scotched day, bland but refreshing and all the drink you need. The cold hits your insides and grants you clearer vision. She tastes so common place that you wonder what all the striving was about when she was always so... close?

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