Space out Time out

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What do I seek? Is it a fleeting shadow or the lingering aftertaste of a nostalgia Is it some old played tunes in my head or the thrill of meeting a stranger Iv met before is it being consumed by the portraits of a landscape or the feeling of falling down the rabbit's hole is it the longing to see those eyes or to melt by the touch of some fingers Is it the depth of a voice? Or a thousand words in that glance Is it feeling alive in a moment or the sweet pain of anguish Is it the meaning of this existence or the thrill of a fantastic day Is it the happiness from that smile Or the buoyancy of those tears Is it I? Or am I an illusion?