No point except to just write

I just want to feel alive again. I desperately miss the uptempo created within my chest when words were whispered. Shivers given by the simplest of glances. Oh how easy it was. Something so natural and pure. An easy flowing river of emotion and deep connection. How bereft my meaningless soul is now that it’s perfect counterpart has departed. I’ve modeled a perfect facade to hide my true nature. A mask of perfect happiness. For what’s beneath is no longer worth viewing. A hollow shell of the former owner only lives here now. Empty of emotion. Oh how I miss the vibrance of yesterday. The symphony of butterflies that could levitate me to new heights. The softest of touches that ignited infernos deep within. How I crave to be intoxicated by the laughter that could change my darkest of moods. My perfect high. Yes I wish to feel alive again.  If only for a day.