sleeplessnights

hi, sweetie*

Why is it we desire for unattainable things? Is it the mystery or the illusiveness of said thing that stirs our passions? When you covet what you cannot have you let passion and ego intermingle and are left with obsession. I am often covetous of what I cannot have, and the idea of that thing claws it's way throughout my veins and drives me forward, a catalyst for my march to be above all things. Until I am with you, and then I have all I need. Satiated for the moment, but will you be able to survive my passions?

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