This is ludicrous speed. What's here and now and intended to be clear to the senses passes as a blur. Obsession: desire. Desire: obsession. I know the answer inside is fighting the image of beauty and security. I can hear it gnawing at my consciousness in the background. Groveling, unnerving, yet deaf to nonsensical ears. I fear why I desire. I understand how this all works and yet I'm still fixated. Saturday nights are just the start, a day or two into the week and I'm half way back, By the time I get home I'm back there again. I am completely aware and yet somehow I'm forced to the margins. Bench warming and there seems little chance of me getting out alive. A person no more. I watch and I watch. Absurd recap. A person no more and it feels so good it hurts. I watch again. Recapitulation. Worn down. This is not where I want to be. Unfamiliar mirrors. I wonder what has become of my life.
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