What is it we feel when truly alive? What is that intangible feeling, that pulsation through our veins, heightening our awareness, sharpening our senses? How do we continually find that glimmer of curiosity, an innocent yearning for hope burning within our eyes?
How does one trap that feeling, grasp it forever, never let it go? Does it become an addiction? A detriment?
What is the cost of these prices we pay for each other?