Wanting...

It's probably one of the most difficult things when you want something that you can't have. Something so very very close, yet so far away from grasp. It basically feels like you're running on a treadmill with a tiny piece of hope tied to a string in front of you, and as you reach to touch it, run just a bit faster, the treadmill decides that it's going to slope and then you have to run even harder, pumping those quads even faster into the ground, feeling your feet begin to burn with pain, yet seeing that piece of hope, almost touching it, almost having it is so worth it. Still, until you reach it, it's an endless, pretty much winless (?) battle against gravity and force.


Screw you gravity. If it weren't for you, my heart would come down from the sky and join my head and be logical for once. But at the same time, do I even want that? Should I be a total hypocrite and not let my heart rule this time? Will life make sense anymore if I do? I dunno Life, you tell me.







Why is it that most of what I've written lately is a rant??? Ugh. I hate that.