Go back and search for it

It used to be behind the hostel, on a big rock that was kind of in the middle a jungle. an elevated rock with a magnificinent view. thats where it was, it sounded like a chirping bird, like the rustling of leaves, like the rock was breathing. but it was there, tucked safely away from prying eyes, away from wax-plugged ears that belonged to mouths which were ready to sneer.

then it moved. to the yellow fields, the bright vast fields. it was there in the sound of the wind, in the whispers it carried. it was free and liberated. and smelt oh so sweet. it was electrifying, satisfying but most importantly, it was mine. and mine alone. noone even knew it was there.

now i search for it, determinedly, desperately. but its not anywhere within sight. i know its there, i feel it in the rise and fall of my chest. i feel it in the itching of my fingers. i feel it in the urgent rush of my blood. but its elusive, playful, taunting me. i need to find it. i need to go back and search for it.