It’s a pain that spurts forth from the bowels of the earth, the lesion hidden deep within the soul. Contained but not controlled. The enormity covered by layers of sadness and silent suffering. It smolders like the embers of a dying distant campfire. Residual effects lay in the no wake zone just bubbling like hot molten lava. There is no place to run no place to hide. It pulls at the fine silk threads that hold the illusion together, forever taunting, forever reminding, and forever putting up roadblocks to contentment.
Reach for the fleeting happiness, grasp at the elusive passion, and search for wondrous fulfillment. A moment in time fades to eternity and lost to the dark abyss.