Stop Fail

I want to stop…
But I kind of don’t.
You know when you have that good bad that floats over your whole world like a snow globe..?
When in your hand is the treasure of the day, but the day folds?
And the lint comes out.
When your thoughts materialize and we see what your mind’s about.
Ouch.
Sweeter than honey, and burns like fire…
Rides the highest wings of eternity, but costs you eternally…
This is the base nature of our base desires.
We’ve no desire for patience or propriety, but because of the constant affliction we call it piety…
Naughty, naughty…
And of course the only true vice is that its so bad, but it seems so good…
I stopped.
And failed.

**
~The Wordsmith

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