Yearning is lying next to someone but still feeling isolated. It is the feeling of walking inside the crowd and not being part of it. The feeling that the glass ceilings are tinted in light grey. The feeling of slowly moving my hands towards the resting chest of a stranger, yearning to stir beyond the surface for a lucid moment — it is raining outside, a grey blue light rests on the concrete, a distant dream, a feeling felt before.