Wounds healed, scars fading to almost naught. Feelings, once the world, forgotten. Faces, unappreciated gestures, left behind. 

Another bright light, shining so brilliantly, fills the voids. Yes, I know it is just light, untouchable, but its passionate rays warms my cold being. Its fighting spirit roused my sleeping soul.

Humans. Forgetting is a blessing in disguise. Yet we seek out the same pain, just to feel alive again.