There is not a name for what I am feeling. There is no description for it. To call it yearning would be like calling the ocean water. Whatever this thing is, it shoves you inside itself and you can’t measure it’s boundaries because they go too far and you don’t have enough time. Or you move toward the boundaries and they move away. There has been an earthquake in my life. Catastrophic, civilization-ending.
R.A. Nelson, Teach Me