I want to explore you
(Is this what this is?)
I want to hold every inch. I want to graze. My eyes they hunger. My mind tries to satiate my hunger but alas. Nothing imagined can compare. It is only fact. The only fact i know for a certainty.
(Okay, maybe thats a bit of an overexaggeration. But.
I always end up giving up. Wind up throwing in the towel. Too wound up. Dissatisfaction.
(I almost said insatisfaction. But that would have been incorrect. No no. I am correct. Always. I am me. Me is right. Ha.)
I need to be pleased. Please, please me. Dear *** what is going on. Inexplicable feels in places unpredictable. In ordinary actions turned utterly and splendidly extraordinary.
Sweet toxicity. Unexpectable, unsuspecting poison in every glance, every look. It holds me firmly with an unrelenting grip that says "there is no such escape from this destiny." And the words are such a pleasure to hear. And i want to hear them over. And over. And over again. And i want it deep and commanding. I want definity in the way that it already is. Who could ask to escape from something such as this. What poor blind fool would willingly give this up. This infinity. This immensity.
No. Not i. Never. I could never deny this. Not now or ever.
I am a happy captive of this place
in which i am present in
at the moment.
Oh well. Here it is. Lost treasure.