The constant ache for more was her definition of yearning.
"It is not more money or possessions. It is not more friends or love." She muttered to herself on a particularly devastating period of the emotion.
The issue was that she was unable to tell you what 'more' meant. But she craved it above all else, it consumed her, ripped through every strand of her being. Her life was a good one and she needed nothing but this didn't tame the monstrous void. Maybe she would always feel like this; unfulfilled, unsatisfied and painfully sad about absolutely nothing.
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Looking through Windows
PoetryA collection of poems and quotes about difficult situations and emotions. It helps me to work through my feelings when I write them down and I hope it helps others to read them.
