Beloved, a sense of incompleteness seems to chase you, as if there is something you are missing and may never find out what it is. Yes, you have a longing, yet may not know, for a fact, what your longing may be. For all you know, you could be longing for a longing.
When you have a tooth missing, your tongue finds the gap.
It can’t be that your soul or part of your soul is missing, yet what is this vagueness of urgency that seems to follow you around? You know not its name. You misplaced or forgot altogether what now seems to be a blank. You would like to send out a search party. Perhaps you lost your own address. Could you be a missing person? Could you be missing from yourself? Could you have been crossed out, and no one told you? Why weren’t you…
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