Picking Petals

Do I harbor affection for him? Although his image only occupies my thoughts in those fleeting instances when his attention eludes me, I acquired this disposition, still. I sense his emotional detachment as though I’ve transgressed some unwritten code.

What is the sense that distinguishes love from desire? Is tranquility and Inviolability preferable when there also exists fervent passion? Why not savor it? Is it wrong to yearn for the affection of one who does not reciprocate longing? Consuming every drop of their attention like water to a parched throat. I succumb to this.

Why have love and desire existed independently and inhabit different realms? Why does one elude me when acquiring the other? Love does not engulf or subjugate; These concepts contradict the essence of love. Desire is not gentle, nor patient. These would also contradict the essence of desire in comparison. Why does the yearning for both remain insatiable, Eternal desiring, yet never attaining them?

I find myself in this enigma, mind entangled with the allure of fleeting moments devoid of restraint yet, Heart aching for profound connection and deep-rooted emotional involvement.

How I hunger for these sensations.