I miss that hope, passion, intensity seething through me, spilling from me, bubbling within. Its not here. Its calmed to a mellow understanding that life isn't as grandiose as I once mistook it to be, remain.
That velvet kiss of unending anticipation that passion won't surrender to obligation, responsibility, and adluthood has blown out. (New light bulb please.)
Its gone.
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