Yearning.

There are times where the yearning is so strong, so overwhelming, so needing, so wanting, it’s like something alive pulling so hard you can’t ignore it.

And you try to rise to it.

But you’re tired. You’ve had long days doing the shit that keeps things going so that maybe you can take the time to listen to and feel the yearn and wrap yourself up in it.

And then.

You realize as much as you want to you can’t and it hurts like only you can imagine it can ’cause you know time’s getting short, there ain’t but so many days.

So you blow on that glowing ember, hoping for a spark, wanting like hell for it to blaze up and carry you away with it.

But, baby, you’re tired.

So you give it up again and you settle again.