A tunnel, a light in the distance.
The distance that separates us; endless.
The why of my path, of my choices.
The pressing desire to reach this sweet, this sensation of fullness devours me.
The why of my path, my choices.
I chose a rewarding job.
Waking up is no longer painful now.
I got myself a roof over my head, a home, modest, but definitely sufficient.
I have everything I need.
I could add more, I don't see the point.
I would just clutter myself up with objects.
I would spend my time moving them.
Everything is there, I've done everything.
I'm staying however unsatisfied.
Failing to sense, I must stop.
On the ground, at my feet, nothing, earth.
Its seductive simplicity.
And if my quest is just a simple instinct that allows me to move forward.
A tunnel, a faint light in the distance.

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