There is no name..

There is no name for what I’m feeling. There is no description for it. To call it *yearning* would be like callilng the ocean *water*. Whatever this thing is, it shoves you inside itself and you can’t measure its boundaries, because they go too far and you don’t have enough time. Or you move toward the boundaries and they move away. ~R.A. Nelson, Teach me.

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