It is a dream question longing for answer. A waiting

moment stretched

into the infinity of forever.

This gut-

gnawing ache for something more than what already is.

A constant, teasing taste of a fulfilled craving.

Almost.

It wraps its victims in swathes of yearning, an all-

consuming madness

suffocating in its denial.

Perpetual

itch yet to be scratched.

A scorching passion that can only be

cooled

by the consummation of attainment.

Or stoked

by realization of success.

Knowledge of all that could be

and the understanding that it is not.

The wanting.

The waiting.

The hunger.    

The torment. The burning.

It is everything, and nothing at all.

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