yearning

If your art is calling to you, its doing so for a reason. You are feeling a pull toward something for which your soul is yearning.

We ache with the yearningthat turns half into wholeand offer no excusesfor the beauty of our souls.

All writers are demonic dreamers. Writing is an act of sharing experiences and offering of an individualistic perspective of our private attitudes pertaining to whatever topics of thought intrigues the author. Writing is a twitchy art, which attempts to employ linguist building blocks handed-down from past generations. Writers_ word choices form a structure of conjoined sentences when overlaid with the lingua of modern culture. Writers attempt to emulate in concrete form the synesthesia of our personal pottage steeped in our most vivid feelings. Writing a personal essay calls for us to sort out a jungle of lucid observations and express in a tangible technique our unique interpretation of coherent observations interlaced with that effusive cascade of yearning, the universal spice of unfilled desire, which turmoil of existential angst swamps us.

I won__ let you have it. I won__ give you this moment. I won__ let you fill up this valuable organ...I own it. I won__ do it. I can__ think, I won__ think about it.

Usually, when I dream of flying I am simply flapping my arms and somehow I lift off and glide through the sky. Last night was different. I missed you so much and my yearning was so powerful that I sprouted wings like a phoenix and soared to reach you. And now I finally understand: if you see lovers on a roof, do not worry. Surely, love has metamorphosed them.

My heart only ever had one thought, one want. One need. Despite all, in spite of all...All my heart has ever wanted is you.

At the core of her senseless actions, she vaguely perceived that she yearned for something. A something that would provide her with a sure sense of fulfillment. But she could not fathom what that something might be.

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

Why is love intensified by absence?

Love is circumstantial we can love anyone if need be and losing the one we love is the singular catastrophe. Time does not heal it. Every present moment yearns for even the roughest past.

If you yearn to learn, you__l learn to earn.

I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.

To adore one has to yearn.

If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me,If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence_If only you feel that love again someday for me,If only you are affected someday by my absence_Only you can end all my suffering and this unbearable pain,If only you would know what you could never procure_If only you go through the memories of past once again,Since the day you left my heart has bled, no one has its cure_If only you would bring that love, those showers and that rain_If only you would come back and see what damage you create,I__e been waiting for your return since forever more_If only you would see the woman that you have made,You said we cannot sail through, how were you so sure?If only you can feel the old things that can never fade,You may have moved on, but a piece of my heart is still with you_I know how I__e come so far alone; I know how I__ able to wade,People say that I__ insane and you won__ ever come back again_Maybe you would have never made your separate way,Maybe you would have stayed with me and proved everyone wrong_If only you would know the pain of dying every day,If only you would feel the burden of smiling and being strong_

Earning is a product of learning. You're only one letter away from earning more.

The essence of faith _ is the idea that that which man wishes actually is: he wishes to be immortal, therefore he is immortal; he wishes for the existence of a being who can do everything which is impossible to Nature and reason, therefore such a being exists[.]

There had to be one universe _ just this one _ where we don__ end up together. Here and now just happens to be it.

Because what__ worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?