Oh, to be alone, to be complete, to touch the hush among the stars— not lost, not found, not obsolete, just held within that flashing spark.
And so, the feeling carved its name in breaths, in bones, in sleepless nights— an untamed hunger, destined to remain, a calling softly hums and hard to fight.
verse history: I found a new word: Sehnsucht. also published on my blog