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[pyromaniac05]

I see what i want

but its what i can't have

it's right there in front of me.

so close i can smell it, taste it, feel every texture of it.

like a hand sown feather pillow, soft and inviting

the perfect place to rest my road weary head

Its just two steps away

and yet in a whole other world

its out of reach, i cannot get to it

but damn it i have to try

for there is nothing else

nothing else do i have left to look forward to

all, like sand has slipped through my fingers

forming with each grain my plot to be buried

swallowed in my own mistakes

so again and again, i try and fail to attain that which i know is unattainable

like a fly who for all its stubborness cannot force its self through the pane of a window

but still he tries

as i must

until the end

until the end