I suppose that’s partly the point. I only feel. It allows my mind to go blank, and the most important of my senses to focus. Focus on how it feels; each individual skin cell splitting, releasing emotional freedom in the form of the color red. Allows me to focus on how the dull metal can still fumble it’s way through my skin, until it’s found what it was looking for. Focus on predicting how beautiful my scars will look once the etches have bled out.  Which snaps me back to reality.