Corpus

I remember my first kiss. After my first real date. It was in front of the bathrooms at a Barnes & Noble. Tucked away in the back corner of the store, behind the Mystery section. We hid there so no one else could see. We hid there so that we can share that moment. Just us.
Yet despite being surrounded by words, countless works of literary art, creations of the greatest minds of every generation,
The only word that came to mind was wow.
The only feeling I could describe was joy.
The only thing I truly wanted was more.

Years later, after countless hours of writing every single word I could think of, putting every single thought I had on paper, continuously finding inspiration and rejuvenation in works I’ve read again and again,
I could now think of way more words than wow.
I could now describe myself with more verbs and adjectives than joy.
But what I still can’t have
Was more.

See, it wasn’t the words that I lacked.
But it’s that feeling,
That fresh and raw excitement of love,
That no work of art can replicate.

It’s a moment in time
That may never be captured again.

And it leaves you wanting
More.