I exist, yet there is a longing for more. Toska, I feel it consuming every inch of me. paralyzing ennui that seldom lets up. Standing atop the chasm of bounding youth, ignorant adolescence, comforting childhood, I look across the precipice and see old age at the other side, i have made this jump once before, and was lucky to make the jump back. I hear it ringing in my ears, L'appel du vide. instinctively i fall from so great a height, adulthood waits at the bottom, the solace to my toska.
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