Severina

There is a moment, unexpected but true, where all the longing, all the lonliness, the desires, the frustration, the envy, the regrets, and the limerence well up like water from a fast-rising sea. A moment where the innoculous nothings, the curious hungers, the so-called diversions of the moment

quickly,
calamitously,
and whether you want to admit it or not
     beautifully

Becomes something else.

[Listening to: Breaking Benjamin, "The Diary of Jane"]