Longing...


Longing to be seen.

Longing to be heard.

Longing to be read.


It lingers in the autumn air. A rustling with the changing of seasons.

It stirs fervently in the stillness of the night.

It reveals itself in the vastness of the void.

A longing... an emotion undefined, absent of physical form.

It lashes at our soul like a towering wave, crashing with a relentless force.

Submerging.

Charting us toward an unknown island, far off in a foreign land.

We struggle to define it. The how and why are unobtainable.


A deeper part of us resists the underlining meaning.

The significance, the wake-up call.


We search for answers in the external void. A keystroke, a reel, a forgotten hamlet. An empty frontier, soulless, all consuming.


Longing to be seen.

Longing to be heard.

Longing to be read.


Perhaps the time has arrived to let go. Trust. Allow the current to guide our soul. Take solace in living the question. Embrace all of it. Ride the wave. Dig in.


See the beauty.

Listen to the whisper.

Read the signs.


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