Two questions: What was missing, missed.


It's a strange sensation, missing something so terribly that nothing seems right. For me the sensation is made more unnerving because of the oscillation that it induces emotionally. A division between holding the light from one star in your hand, a single strand precisely focused from the span of millions; the incredible invigoration and the acute anguish lined with relief of knowing that when you let go that it must not be yours. Angish and relief in the knowledge that that single strand cannot be held in focus for any longer with at its present clarity and that if again you are able to elucidate its true brillance, a new perspective must be established first.


-Erasmus