The joy of relief

I miss…

The joy, the sorrow and the pain,
… the reality of things that come along the way.

Myself during those days,
… the livelihood that comes around yet back around.

I miss the warmth that comes alive,
… when I speak and think in that matter.

The love and joy I feel inside me,
… as a feeling and action.

There is a mindset and vision I share,
… myself with myself and others.

I feel it and live it, I want more of it
… or yet more often…
as an addiction that falls into place due its unhealthy core.

The sadness that comes alive as a bad taste left behind
… of a desire that has its roots again into an external outcome.