I want to feel that again.

I want that desire to intertwine words;

To create meaning from spontaneous emotion.

I want to express my love again.

                   I just want her to hear my heart.

I crave the inspiration.

     I want to feast on the words I used to know.

I miss my insomnia;

                     I miss those nights when it was just me

                                       and those words

               exploring the deepest depths of my mind.

I miss the music coursing through my ears,

              as I sought to explain the image

      of a cloud I had fallen in love with that day.

I miss it.

I wouldn't have it any other way.