It’s back.
The familiar ache radiating through my chest.
It steals my breath.
It hurts my stomach.
It makes my eyes leak.
I try to hold it.
Love it.
Accept it.
Understand it.
Connect with it.
Yet nothing seems to comfort it.
It’s a searching. An existential longing. A yearning.
It fills and is left unfilled.
Have I chosen it?
Or has it chosen me?
Loneliness
Is it to be released?
Or asked to release me?
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
It’s back.
The familiar ache radiating through my chest.
It steals my breath.
It hurts my stomach.
It makes my eyes leak.
I try to hold it.
Love it.
Accept it.
Understand it.
Connect with it.
Yet nothing seems to comfort it.
It’s a searching. An existential longing. A yearning.
It fills and is left unfilled.
Have I chosen it?
Or has it chosen me?
Loneliness
Is it to be released?
Or asked to release me?
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