Desire is a Dangerous Dream
The First Hindrance to Peace
Desire is a dangerous type of dream
An ungrateful, consuming sort of feeling
I crave adventures, and knowledge, and lovers,
But it seems, whatever I receive,
Leaves me
Unsatisfied
With the life I lead.
Selfishly, I wonder, will my grass ever look green?
I know how it sounds, my heart's filled with greed.
Yes. Desire's a dangerous thing for me.
Coveting time and inspiration.
Sinfully wishing for artistic perfection.
Lusting after heartfelt affections.
Yet, I have all I could ever need.
Desire is a dangerous type of dream.
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Caitlin Rose
To read and to write is to bear witness to uniquely individual, yet interwoven experiences of humanity. To connect and ignite our emotions. (And also just another opportunity to run my mouth and call it art).
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