Can endure almost any how"- Nietzsche.
I long.
I long so bad that I can't sleep.
I long so bad that I forget how to speak.
I long so bad that my heart aches with an unbearable agony.
I long so bad I forget to eat.
I long so bad, I forget to rest or get tired.
I long so bad that I've become more robot than man at times.
I long so bad, that it's become the only thing I care about in this world.
And all I long for is love.
For someone to be able to ache for.
For someone to be able to live and breath for.
Someone I need to stay alive for.
And for someone who longs for me just like I long for them.
My longing is like a burning star,
Endlessly radiating and destroying itself.
And the thing I long for feels like the darkness my flames chases away at times.
But I will still long even if the thing I long for is truly the cold I burn away with my longing.
HE.
WILL.
ALWAYS.
CONTINUE.
SMOLDERING.