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what does it really mean?
how does it really feel?
how do you even begin to measure it?
when do you start believing it?

you try and believe you got a glimpse of it.
yet it disintegrates before you can even daydream of it.
it lures you in deep, just to find out it was an illogical whim.

it exhilarates you, it brings you to a place of peace.
other times, it’s excruciating and bleeds your soul dry.
amusing we’re still alive even aftr it stabs you a zillion times.

we hope for it, but it doesn’t happen.
we shout our hearts out, but no one listens.

is this what it really means?

that four letter word |