Is it a curse? Or are we all who feel this way blessed in some strange obscure way?

i miss driving cars and seeing shows.

feeling of wind in my hair
high-fiving friends
in the first few rows.

that excitement in the air
and the sense of union.

all singing.

out of frustration.

out of passion.

out of not enough.

so we are all singing.

i can see it in their eyes.

the love of things greater than themselves...


i miss that post-modern love.


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