The feeling of your eternal existence chasing you. You always feel it at your back. The promise of heaven always in your heart. You don't know what it is but you feel it, the connection. The wind on your face reminding you of life but the cold down your back
reminding you of the inevitable. Your paradise is lost. Not lost physically but spiritually. no one truly knows what paradise is. Paradise is heaven, a lover, an end. Though we all know that deep down paradise is not over the hill, is not in our future. We can only hold on to hope. The hope that paradise is not lost.