Feel that?

emotion is making a comeback and every line i spew is covering the lines i had previously drawn.
oh what an inspiration! what an adoring ode to my mind's melody. As neurons fire connecting lost memories, the scent returns, the touch. the loss.
how beautiful.

to know that you will never know again.

I have missed missing and longed for longing. but yet once more it seeks me out in my most lathargic of antithesis.

There is another streetlight out there I pray to be under. For the former has yet laid mark on my lips and cast itself asunder in the ash that used to burn such a brilliant fire in my eyes.
A brigade of memories swell in every tear i shouldn't weld. How is it to feel. to rejuvinate a source of lost concepts and through humanities eyes not a single one should hit the ground.
Alas. does this make me weak? does this have cause for me to reconsider?
The mistake that can be made is the past after the past. The alotted time slots I so willingly fill with waste of anything less than a dream. How forgetful.
Fear and Comfort control many things.
Break me from my lacking comfort.
Annull me from my unknown fears.

I miss you.

Whenever we first meet, how you will know how I've missed you.
Exist as I do for you.