Anemoia: the feeling of nostalgia that never was

The avidity of such strong empathy to a life that wasn't mine and a journey that never will be

Experiencing the narrative like a deep, vivid dream-like substance within her whispering voice, ever slowly overpowering all other senses...

This is truly what it feels to be alive!

To live for but a single purpose, to face an ever impeding deepest void beyond

Towards Narcissus, towards Daffodils, towards the Emerald sea, endlessly numb.