Life.

lust

Lust.

Desire.

A craving.

You crave it more than a druggie craves his trip or his wildly, colorful second life.

Your skin crawls with goosebumps anticipating the peace you'll feel when your lustful dreams are fulfilled.

The gratitude and affection it gives you, warms your icy insides. It cracks the ice allowing you to forget the cold like a fire on snowy nights.

You feel the reassurance.

The comfort.

Feeding your craving; feeling the releasing agent hidden in it's depths, becomes a yearning. A necessity. You need to feel it.

You need the mind clearing mix of intoxicating chemicals.

As soon as your need is fulfilled, the wanting begins to build again.

It builds as you try to hold yourself together.

Until finally you can't do it anymore.

You break.

You Drink.