Amidst the plenty I still can't find the one.
It's a cold gaping eternal nothing wearing a custom tailored suit that stares me straight in face some mornings and hits me in the stomach some nights. But in between the some's are often's and in the eyes of someone I love I am cherished often, inhaled as frequently as possible, danced with whenever the moment allowed, kissed with every breath, in every style and any location with so much feeling as to round up the sea and the sky and entice the wind to blow us a kiss too, I am in tears