Obsession

Emotions are not easily expressed

And yet we are obsessive compulsive communicative beings

Anxious to tell the world the way we feel

Even if we cannot fully understand it ourselves

Exploding through the need to share

Not only the bright but the deeply dark as well

Dreaming about the one who will fully understand it

Hoping for the one who'll see what's palpable in both light and dark

Imagining perfection in our lives

Yet hiding ourselves in a dark corner

Overwhelmed by the idea of love

And sharing that idea with a perfect human being

Always dreaming about it

We find ourselves prisoners of the mind

Not reasoning, but thinking constantly about that idea

Exhaustingly trying to figure out how to bring it to live

Forgetting about everything else

But that thought remains

That endless utopian dream

Analyzing...

Dreaming...

Thinking...

Hoping...

Longing...

Losing ourselves in the dream

Slowly vanishing what we once were

So there is nothing left...

but the irremediable consumption of the soul