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To feel longing. To long for. What is longing? Longing is when all of your thoughts are aglow and burning brightly like the tail of a comet, always towards the object of your desire's call. Its like being stretched out over millions of miles...scattered like so many leaves on a breezy Autumn afternoon. Longing is hope marred by hopelessness. Longing stays in bed dreaming, wishing, smiling, aching, while you go about your day, wandering, a mere shadow of youself, in a haze of love. Longing takes Nostalgia into her bed as she thinks back on all of the beautiful times they've had...that have yet to pass. Longing is the most ambitious construct of the mind, as all of ones fantasies are built up, and torn down, and tinkered with, and thought through and fallen through over and over again like cities with no borders or Universes tossed about like marbles. Longing is obsession. It is detrimental to one's life, but it is the one allure...the reason I hungrily make love to Words, knowing full well that I'll be sated for but a moment. And it is longing that will draw me to them again...
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