Out of reach, inconceivable. Untouchable, out of focus, always in a haze. Always wanting, needing, craving what you cannot have. Jealously rising like bile, blind wrath lashing out. Drowning in helplessness, an unrelenting void spiraling, twisting without any stop. Fingers stretched to the limit, groping blindly for any source of light, of hope, of a happy ending.
What has become of you?