it’s the Longing that ultimately undoes you.
when it finds you, it gnaws at your bones and tugs at your chest. it fills you up inside and makes you dream dreams and it drowns you.
the Longing keeps you in bed, clutching at your sheets while the world goes on outside. it smells like old leaves and cigarette smoke, mixed with the scent of far-off places you will hear of, but never see. it’s the gloss on a lover’s lips the moment you realize you will never kiss those lips again. it is the bittersweet, unrequited love of creation and it will break your heart again and again and again.
if you know the Longing the way i do, then these words are redundant. we understand each other perfectly, you and i.
(matthew sturges, house of mystery)