Inspiration
Pretend it’s a mirage.
Ignore it.
Walk away.
You can’t, can you?
It follows you
like a painting with haunted eyes
tracking you across the room
the desert
the ocean
the seven seas.
It finds you.
It always finds you
because you let it
because you want it to
because you need it as much as it
needs you.
It feeds you
your instincts
your desires
your endless, timeless appetite for
adventure without risk
comfort without pain
hurt without damage
scars that never linger
yet never heal
because they never really were.
It’s all make believe.
But for you
it’s as real as stardust
splashing over moonlit sands.
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