The Places We Can't Go

There are spaces between us and places we have been. There are places we are supposedly going that allow us to experience, alternatively, those places that have planted seeds of experience of the places we've been, but are obscured by the space between us and our experience of it.
Like seeds that grow to saplings that grow to become something twisted by an environment (too much or not enough sun, climactic conditions, etc.) we can't foresee the "future," so the spaces we once inhabited mentally, intellectually, and artistically are no longer available to us.
Those experiences are warped, like the sapling growing toward or away from something, and are accessible through other means, memory excluded.
Exploring those spaces-half remembered, dreamed of, wilting- those spaces that come to us as readily as we seek them out, is difficult. It is difficult to re-experience those spaces that have so affected us.
We, each and every one of us, knows those places that we can't go intimately, like our belly buttons or the insides of our mouths, but we can't re-experience them. It is very frustrating.