But do you fantasise about things you don’t want? Does your stomach twist knots, gag, go back for more? Do you convince yourself that you could want it, that you could succumb to it and enjoy it?
Are you torturing yourself or just that desperate?
The desire that is appeased is not the one you crave most and you watch as your visions turn to dust, emptiness returns, nothing is real.
All consumed by the irrelevant, the imaginary, the temporary
And you wonder, what is real?
Will you know it when you see it.
Or the ever more fearful, will you be trapped in falsity before you ever find it?