Desire in one word at a time

I crave more than I can receive. I seek a material, a medium to satisfy my satiety of never-ending lust of consumption in a form that is ever-changing like how a water shapes itself to its container. Well, until it eventually over-spill. Am I desperate? Am I in need? Am I not repeating history all over again? Are my rationality not worth considering? Do I really need you in my life? Do I need to be considerate of other people’s feelings more than I do of my own? Am I even on my right path? Do you even need me? Is desire all that is left for me to put a label on you? Do you even notice me?
I am everything that is self destructive consumed by my need of being in need.

Last updated October 06, 2019