intrinsic need.

the feeling that life is without want for living when devoid of it.
my eyes flutter when the breeze is still, it's you i'm thinking of.

a place, a time or a memory--necessity for that which no longer exists.
but did it ever?

today it's a beach, a mountain covered in greenery; movement, a smiling face and waves that never begin, that forget to end.
air flows deep inside of me lighting fires in the darkest caverns of my chest; give way no light, here.

to travel is to behold, and there are kinds of travel that don't require open eyes.
the heaviness of my dream weighs like metal fingertips around my throat, and you disappear down the street.

i recognise this place from home.