what i am seeking. because nothing has been yet. not the city, even on its brightest day. not the song he sent me, its notes of poetry. not the train traveling up the mountain along the mediterranean, because i knew it would stop. not the warmth of her arms; not even the ocean, at least not this one. not the 64 colors in the box.what i search for. that highest happiness, the place where i can breathe. a liberated mind, will. to be done with the hunger. do not misread what i mean – it has been so much, and will be. i’ve breathed more moments than most have lived through. but it has not been enough. are you?
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