Pen of the Gryphon

Ache

Yup... very busy...

It feels empty, like there is a vacuum pulling at the inside of my chest and trying to make it implode. It is tight, throbbing and numb all at the same time. But the overriding is not sensory at al. It is yearning.

Yearning for what? As I feel it, I can't fully comprehend what it is I am longing for. But it is not the trivial material wants of the body. It is not for food or drink, pleasure or pain in the bodily sense. Instead, it is mental, even spiritual, nameless and unrelenting. But it is a chameleon, able to hide under other things until a disruption of the right kind can bring it up to the surface.

I lay down and ache. I write this and ache. I don't know what it is I am aching for, but I  have a suspiscion that it is just too large for words anyway.

Yay me! I am doing just fine thus far with my essay writing! Nothing else new to report on my life...

~SilverGryphon