KalPant Photography

Longing...

As I lie here, my body feels empty for a moment -- almost lifeless. I pull my stomach inward and wonder if I might feel hungry. I think I do, but it isn't coming from my stomach. I close my eyes and breathe in, trying to imagine smells my mind cannot create, and only one being can produce. I look down at my hands and am surprised by how fragile and naked they appear, touching one another in a sort of sad attempt at comfort. One's mind plays no role in the devastating way the sounds of the heart muffle all perceptions of reality and reason when longing for the love of another.

We long for the people who changed our hearts. We long because we found love deep enough to take a piece of us away in its absence. We long because we are alive, and if we've experienced something special enough to cut us to our core, then we are living the way we were meant to after all.

Ohh yah...you should see the other guy.

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Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does all the work.

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