Today felt like yesterday and tomorrow will too. For all I knew this was one long day, where time did not bend nor ask questions. There was a single string threaded through my own fiber, until this feeling was sewed into my skin. It was that repetitive desire. The kind that keeps you awake only to kindly remind you of your fallibility towards the human condition. It was an uncomfortable yearning. The pull that almost always presents itself in vacant moments; the beauty of a stranger, the familiarity of a laugh, a resonating harmony. Every aching second of want guided these instances like tiny pearls, washing up on the shore of some undiscovered island. Her smile wrought a tumultuous tide, crashing through me, until the only thing left is what was there from before: an incongruent man, with his sad, sad hands in the sand. This sovereign desire refined into petty pearls, still haunting, still looking, for a neck to embrace.
