Do you miss the emptiness?

The feeling called content suffocates you inside the boundaries you once set for you to escape.
Bound to the chores, the gloomy light surrounds and pollute your eyes to darkness , do you miss the darkness?

The same emotions you erode when you watch a blind child talking about the colors he wish to see, you helplessly watch and pass by.

Do you miss being sensitive?

When you come across a wanderer loathed in dirt counting his days to death, searching for someone to ease his pain, do you miss being lonely?
Are you doomed and stuffed inside the petty honeycomb life of yours.

Do you remember why you started?

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