There was a place.
There was a season.
Where we felt more alive.
Where we felt like there was so much more to live for.
And it wasn't just felt, it was right there in front of us.
So close you could see it and if you ran fast enough you'd be holding it in the palm's of your hands.
That feeling's not gone, but it's lost it's vibrant color.
It's lost it's taste in our mouths and it's scent that filled the air around us.
It's hiding, and we don't know where to start looking.
How long can you yearn for something before it kills you?
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