Aching, a worn descriptor to represent the visceral, soul felt agony of unrequited desire. Oh, yet how I ache. Intangible, yet demanding desire, a wisp, a vagrant sensation, physically coiling within and without. Voracious yet indescribable wanting.
Longing, another worn descriptor to express the depth of yearning, for surrender, to be taken by the complementary soul, a potential near impossible. Oh, yet how I long. Faery tale endings are illusory but still my rambunctious heart and soul will yearn.
Image by .bella ‘the earth’s glow’
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
– Anais Nin