"It’s just this knowing, the realization that something, someone, somewhere, sometime, is missing. It grows in your belly first, then spreads out in sinewy, veiny root-like structures, filling the darkest parts, until your body is simply a vessel for that longing. That you’ve been abducted, to have been edged out of your own shell so completely… Well, sometimes that’s the piece you’ve been missing. Sometimes the journey is in the lack of movement and loss and the feeling of utter desperation. Hopelessness can be a blessing."