longing for more

some days i feel the burn over all else. like a hot coal you wish would drop out of your chest and clatter on the ground.

most nights i feel the blinding absence. the thick shroud that drags hearts down in quicksand that asphyxiates hope.

some days i feel the touch of love. that little spark you get touching a metal rail. the shock up your spien that sharpens your step.

most nights i want for more.

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