#yearn on

[cfrasi]

[derangedrhythms]

I want you to feel the unbearable lack of me. I want your skin to yearn for the soft lure of mine; I want those hints of red on your canvas to deepen in passion for me: carmine, burgundy. I want you to keep stubbing your toe on the memory of me; I want your head to be dizzy and your stomach in a spin; I want you to hear my voice in your ear, to touch your face imagining it is my hand. I want your body to shiver and quiver at the mere idea of mine. I want you to feel as though life after me is dull, and pointless, and very, very aggravating; that with me you were lifted on a current you waited all your life to find, and had despaired of finding, as though you were wading through a soggy swill of inanity and ugliness every minute we are apart. I want you to drive yourself crazy with the fantasy of me, and how we will meet again, against all odds, and there will be tears and flowers, and the vast relief of not I, but us. I am haunting your dreams, conducting these fevers from a distance, a distance that leaves me weeping, and storming, and bereft.

Katie Donovan, Yearn On

[heycheekygal]

I want you to feel the unbearable lack of me. I want your skin to yearn for the soft lure of mine; I want those hints of red on your canvas to deepen in passion for me: I want you to keep stubbing your toe on the memory of me; I want your head to be dizzy and your stomach in a spin; I want you to hear my voice in your ear, to touch your face imagining it is my hand. I want your body to shiver and quiver at the mere idea of mine. I want you to feel as though life after me is dull, and pointless, and very, very aggravating; that with me you were lifted on a current you waited all your life to find, and had despaired of finding, as though you were wading through a soggy swill of inanity and ugliness every minute we are apart. I want you to drive yourself crazy with the fantasy of me, and how we will meet again, against all odds, and there will be tears and flowers, and the vast relief of not I, but us. I am haunting your dreams, conducting these fevers from a distance, a distance that leaves me weeping, and storming, and bereft.

Yearn On - Katie Donovan

[palequeenliteraryquotes]

I want you to feel as though life after me is dull, and pointless, and very, very aggravating, and that with me you were lifted on a current you waited all your life to find, and had despaired of finding, as though you were wading through a soggy swill of inanity and ugliness every minute we are apart.

-Katie Donovan, from  “Yearn On”

[flamingopolly-blog]

I want you to feel the unbearable lack of me. I want your skin to yearn for the soft lure of mine; I want those hints of red on your canvas to deepen in passion for me: carmine, burgundy. I want you to keep stubbing your toe on the memory of me; I want your head to be dizzy and your stomach in a spin; I want you to hear my voice in your ear, to touch your face imagining it is my hand. I want your body to shiver and quiver at the mere idea of mine. I want you to feel as though life after me is dull, and pointless, and very, very aggravating, and that with me you were lifted on a current you waited all your life to find, and had despaired of finding, as though you were wading through a soggy swill of inanity and ugliness every minute we are apart. I want you to drive yourself crazy with the fantasy of me, and how we will meet again, against all odds, and there will be tears and flowers, and the vast relief of not I, but us. I am haunting your dreams, conducting these fevers from a distance, a distance that leaves me weeping, and storming, and bereft.

-Katie Donovan, “Yearn On”