8 Oct 2004

Desire, you never knew what you wanted. Whenever you got whatever you got, you wanted something else. And it always seemed so important, everything you ever whispered in my ear, as if the whole world were going to halt just for you. How many times have you made me sin? How many compromises have I made for your sake, how many times betraying my own self? There are a million pinpricks of darkness on my soul where I gave in each of those little times when I told myself it was meaningless. But now, what is the sum total of their weight upon my judgment? I am weighed down by my being less…. I fear you will never learn. There will always be things I do not understand, but I understand you, o my desire: you always wanted the impossible, and no one could tell you it was just a fantasy: you always thought the end of the rainbow was right behind you, and you went in circles to get there.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:08 am

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