Never enough

It seems as though those endless moments are never enough. It seems as though the thirst is never quenched.
It seems as though that void will never be filled.
It seems as though the distances will never be covered.
It seems untrue.
It makes no sense.
The language we speak is suddenly foreign.
The emotions we feel are somewhat alien.
Genuine words spoken to deaf ears. Only then does silence seem the only response.
What the eyes have seen, no words can erase.
What the heart has felt, the mind cannot forget.
When consciousness refuses the truth, but an aching soul embraces it, wallowing sadly among the bitter sweet memories.
When a choice is within reach, being rejected over and over again. When despair settles in for no apparent reason.
Why?
A question left unanswered.
Why is all that never enough?