It’s that pull that grips you without notice

Even outwardly you can’t always see why

It’s something strong down on the inside that starts to burn

I haven’t heard it said any better than

“Like a moth to a flame, burned by the fire
My love is BLIND, can’t you see my desire?”

Despite our own knowing of what’s good & bad for us through our experiences in life & the whispers of god

Somehow we are still drawn to the things that harm us

Or the things that have potential to harm us

We are overtaken with desire

Desire for that which is fleeting

We experience moments of pleasure that do not last

Yet we dedicate our entire lives to the pursuit of it at the expense of all things which do last.

The feeling of lust entangled with our perceptions and our dreams of the perfect love

It’s like eating a bag of lightly salted popcorn

One taste of salt every other bite

Enough to keep you craving but not enough to satisfy

And so you keep eating

Until you realize the entire bag is gone

Yet you still want more

& the heavily buttered & salted bag

You may never finish …. Yet it has everything you longed for

Although it’s good to you

It somehow does not hit you quite like it did when you only got it in doses

Somehow it doesn’t taste as good without the longing urge for it & the chase that made it so satisfying

The craving is just not as strong when it’s all there.

Hits of a feeling

Like hits of a drug

Strong enough to keep you chasing & blind enough not to see it.