Born Again

It's that one. It is full and alive, and it moves you. Before you were standing still, but now you're everchanging. It hurts and empties, but it also completes you in a way you've never felt before. When it's done it leaves you. It leaves, and you are no longer what you were. You're full with everything new, but you're also more empty now that it's gone. It never goes away. You might learn to ignore it or to consume placeholders to stop the vacant feeling it has left. But occasionally. That hollow will eat you from the inside out until there is almost nothing left. There is nothing quite like that summer. Nothing can ever feed that desire it gave you for life and for movement.