I crawl to my feet. Shunning my senses as they force me to live visions of taste and breathe that I simply can not relive. Desperately clawing my way from the reality I've been given in hopes to delude myself for one more moment. Just one more....
The music I once cherished played the scent of your desire and fueled our souls. A taste of time behind us. Like a hint of perfume that yearns to be felt but leaves with the wind. Or a song we can never remember, yet somehow, know the words as we dance to a melody that only our bodies know.
This desperation for solitude has a tendency to deafen even the loudest hearts. Crushing and breaking resolve in hopes that the spring long past will bloom forth a summer of silence. The breath of autumn has long since been exhaled into the visions of winter.
This endless, vicious cycle. Of life, love and lust. Gives us visions of hope, reservations of taste and then the blessed silence needed to take that first breath....
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