A feeling that never truly leaves you.

At times it fades, and at times you forget it's there at all.

But it's always there,

No matter how hard you try it never really goes away,

a hollow feeling.

Maybe you moved towns, or countries,

It's still there.

The yearning for the place you call home,

The yearning for a time when things were simpler,

The yearning for when you were younger.

Even though the child inside never leaves,

We are forced to grow up, and leave behind our past.

I often wish that it didn't have to be this way.

I wish that I never had to grow up.

Yet sometimes,

It allows us to move on

From loss and hurt,

That we experience,

And to experience new things.

Sometimes growing up is just a way of moving on,

And escaping the feeling that lives deep inside us.

So maybe it does go away,

Or maybe it doesn't.

It really depends,

On how each person deals with moving on.