Everything can go extinct, not just species, but also emotions. A feeling once burned with intensity, now reduced to a distant memory, leaving only a haunting sense of what it is. It's a sorrow that's hard to put into words, a grief not just about what's been lost. Left with a hollow echo, a reminder of what once was, a bittersweet nostalgia that taunts us with its presence.


A sentiment so strong, was consigned to oblivion.
A relic so forgotten, locked up in obsidian.
It exists, yet is nonexistent, like the median.
Proclaim its truth, and they'll think you're a comedian.

This desolate landscape, a question stays.
Where emotions was once, slowly but surely decays:
Leaving us nothing but a hollowed place.
A taunting reminder, leaving us with no space.

The emptiness gnaws, like a hunger that's real.
The urge to know and the longing to feel:
Echoes of a memory, that will forever last.
A feeling we know by experience, but can no longer grasp.