I yelled until my lungs gave out, and then yelled some more. I craved your absence like a craved my breath. there were no words that understood. it is the vivid death scream that wails inside and cannot be calmed. it is the sobbing heartache that roots our ticket to everlasting change. it is, in essence, our growth pain. the part of our evolution that requires a trial of ache to produce an adjustment in our frailty. through experience, we grow.
and then one day, we arise from our slump, sucking like children, on the candy of enlightenment. we become content with our sorrow; no longer amiss, and we bless our darkness with a tender kiss.
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