There is a need,
Because there is this void.
Sipping on black coffee,
And listening to the winds of yesterday.
Searching the unsearched.
Archiving the motionless moments.
Passing the sentiments for wants.
These chills, they race up the spine.
These aches, they sit on the stomach.
These feelings, they sadden the soul.
Hopes make forgetting a mystery.
And fusion surpasses the scarred emptiness.
It is hard to admit, but the brain matures
Times change but names stay the same.
Moments don’t feel the same.
Suddenly, the light burns and “what ifs” cross the mind.
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