Desire...

Desire.
Symptoms: racing heartbeat, sweaty palms, nervousness.
Nothing feels quite right.
All is black and time is of the essence.
The world around you seems to be in motion while you stand still. You become unconscious of the wild things racing around you, while your mind focuses in on this insane aqua chrome horizon far off in the distance.
You stand in a trance.
Some sort of voodoo like state. And then…
the dark lights approach,
The reality of the situation becomes intense.
Tense like silver ice unable to crack.
You need a reload…
Something that will lead to recovery.
You think…
maybe coolwater splashed upon the heated sweat on your face..
Or maybe….
Ambition.
It acts as diesel fuel to any type of drive.
This ambition is essential.
It’s the flash of fuchsia in the dark room.
It’s the silver lining.
It all it comes down to this one moment . This one shot.
So for now you can look ahead to the luminous moon or
you can leave it all behind with more then a kilo worth of regret.