The truth is the feeling of the absence of feeling is the loudest.
To become so accustomed to it that once it's gone the customs are blind and without direction.
Memory's flow throughout the mind when the scent of it strikes the nose like past against the present.
Without thinking of it you feel the brush of air slide from the base of the neck to the crest of the ear.
What is that feeling in the mouth it is not sour nor is it sweet but it is non the less so familiar.
Could it be?