I see the things people can’t see

I see the shoots of plants before they emerge
I see the shadows of ghosts
I see the sounds of mice
I see my eyes blink

I hear the things people can’t hear

I hear the sounds of a ladybird’s footsteps
I hear the sound of lightning not thunder
I hear a different language
I hear the lightbulb switch on and off

I smell the things people can’t smell

I smell the season’s air change
I smell the scent of candles in a sewer
I smell fear
I smell love

I taste the things people can’t taste

I taste sweet instead of salt
I taste the things on TV
I taste the pencil’s led
I taste the clouds

I touch the things people can’t touch

I touch my head and sense forgotten dreams
I touch my dog in hospital and I feel emptiness
I touch my crush and my heart hurts
I hug my family and I feel love

I feel cold when close to fire
I feel warm next to my family
I feel confused on what my friends call an easy question
I feel normal when I answer a hard question

What am I? I don’t know