04 April 2013
In the silence and stillness of the place, I find myself yearning. I feel inside me a pit of love that is an intensely miraculous paradox. The barren sensation in my center seems to only be quenchable by giving love and affection freely and sincerely to others. I sense an extreme wanting…longing…needing to hold another person. What I find myself most missing since being abstinent for
Articulated Jargon 