Words.

MOVING ON.

There's a feeling humans are familiar with.
The feeling of wanting something or someone so much,
But  not so much when they finally have it.
They "just don't" anymore.
"We grew out of love" they say.
"we just aren't right for each other anymore" they think.

How do people move on?
How do feelings die out?
Like how desires could change to needs,
Needs change to wants,
And eventually change to a passive "would like".

How do blaring lights of desires suddenly go off?
For it was just yesterday she longed for it.
Only yesterday she desired her soul touched by the right hands,
Hands moulded just for her soul.
Just yesterday she dreaded the darkness,
Or supposed darkness.
Just last night she rejected a glass of water,
She desired the ocean, all to herself
To do as need be.

She got them,
She got them all but she's "not so sure",
Not anymore.

The paths all of a sudden look so smooth,
"She'd rather move on"
Hands have reached out to her,
Right hands have touched her in ways she assumed perfect but...
But she just feels sick.
"She'd rather kill them damn butterflies"
Than get bruised from the overwhelming touches.

She found the lights,
But that's all there is, Lights.
Darkness doesn't seem so bad,
Not anymore.
And the ocean,
The ocean came to her this morning,
But just this evening, she's fighting to stay awake on the waves.
It's overwhelming.

Getting drowned is one pain.
Getting drowned in the flowing waves of something you've seemingly longed for is another.
The pain from that, Not so easy.

That's how people move on,
And exactly why they do.
Humans are suckers for algedonics,
But there's something about pain.
No matter how far you go,
Or how high you are,
If it wants you down,
You'd go down faster than gravity lets.