It's a lot like being in Heaven, knowing you can never sing.
This short piece is about the author's slice of hellish heaven.
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He's a lot like Hershey's Chocolate Syrup, when you're a chronic diabetic. You can never taste it. And you tell yourself so.
And not everything that's out of sight is out of mind. The taste, the smell, the energy, like an electric cocoon that promises Nirvana if only you stay inside... It never leaves the mind.
It's like walking through Walmart, and the clerk's out for lunch, and the guard's asleep, and no one's there. And you're a cliptomaniac. The desire to take settles in your mind like an oily film in water, like a phantom limb, something that should be done, wants to be done.... But you're not missing any limbs.
You don't own yourself anymore.
And yet the desire to give persists. Like a nun who's fled her convent, the call of the holy water persists.
Akatsuki Haven
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Sweet Random Nothings
RandomA vivid, varied and unpredictable collection of the author's life experiences, expressed as poetry and short stories.
