silva rerum

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

Have you ever wanted someone so much that it hurt – every inch of your body, every fiber of your existence, aches and longs for this person? Upon waking up, thought about how badly you need this person – how it feels like drowning in loneliness, suffocating in nothingness, to not be noticed, not have your feelings reciprocated? Hands hovering nervously over the phone, considering whether or not to dial and when you do, hanging up at the sound of, “Hello?” Felt your heart soar and perform cartwheels in the blue skies above as you are acknowledged, just as you are? Hearing a song on the radio and all you can think of is whether or not you both would enjoy it? Sitting on the lawn at the end of the day, watching the sun set, thinking what it would be like if you weren’t alone?

Trying to write is like trying to force the entirety of human emotion through something so small as the head of a needle. Bernoulli’s equation doesn’t help very much in this case.