Storms of Fabled Foreign Tongues

Losing the feeling of feeling unique
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place where we used to say,
"Man it feels good to feel this way"
Now I know what I mean

Sometimes I think it just might be better if I didn't stick around. That it might never happen. That the feeling I get in those 2 minute snippets, those second to second blips will forever stay there. Static. Both so full of hope and so confirming of despair that if the emptiness is so profound now that there's no telling how swallowing it will be in the future if nothing moves forward. So selfish, I know. But sometimes I just can't help thinking.

I've had everyone I've ever wanted.
But this little heart has never recieved what it really desired.