I'm feeling it again ... that infuriating, skin-crawling, eye-scratching yearning for some unnamed experience or state of being. It always seems connected to the late 90's somehow. I suppose this is what a mid-life crisis looks like from the inside.
It's a swirl of rose-colored melancholy and midnight blue angst with a spattering of honey golden memory. And like many things in this life, it is beautiful and heart-breaking.
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