It feels like everyone here, everywhere, lusts for you. You hold some kind of power, the kind of power that targets one of our most natural senses. It also doesn't help that you're everywhere, it's almost like you're the all knowning being that we seem to seek. However, you do nothing, you know nothing, and you are nothing. So why do we still submit? You're charming and with every breath after each kiss, all we feel is release. We like to forget and you make it just THAT much easier. You're everywhere and that's why there's no escape.
It may feel like everyone's against me, I don't stand alone, but it feels like I do. I swear someone hates me, everything I do has somehow learned how to make a 180. And while I sit here having an intellectual tug-of-war with myself, You keep watch knowing that someday I'll be yours. I won't have it, but you insist as I resist. I will keep resisting, until you force my breath out of me.
Will I Crash?
That has yet to be seen.
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