Yearning for Something Yet Unknown: A Stream of Unconscious Longing

I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights The peepers are singing in the cool Spring air. Night has fallen like an old … Continue reading Yearning for Something Yet Unknown: A Stream of Unconscious Longing