Desire

this anguish has no morals or shame.whatever it is it is akin to some kind of nazi feeling,plagued by an insatiable hunger,driven away by people when they feel like monks and called back again when they are monsters .A relentless beast that can never be satisfied but neither it is looking to be.Its only solace lies in keep engulfing more and more, this life, this world , this universe and beyond if at all there is something beyond it and still it wont stop.what a genious!. what a masterpiece!.descended to earth straight from hell to torment evil souls for the life they had and good ones for the life they never had.the only thing that satiates its hunger is hunger itself.

people who think themselves to be sons of god can and will defame it,crucify it,banish it,burn it but they cannot deny its power.the strongest force as its strength lies in being so basic, natural and animal that it can never be killed but to be fought against every waking second of our lives.Inspite of how god fearing protectors of religen condemn it, they themselves spend their entire lives running from it, always living in doubt. they are scared of its powers, scared of the chaos it can create to the orderly world they spend their lifetime creating

actually there is no story to tell as any story will always be what have been told to storyteller by past people , what all the present people already knows and what all the future people will use to make thier own stories.and yet... .and yet something compels me to tell my story. some kind of hopeless hope that it will actually matter . and that is reason enough to write it.

why people do that ? looking for a god, scientists,artists,philosophers, lovers when they all are only going to tell them what they already know. we all need an audience, a spectator. doesnt matter if we r good or bad but whatever we are we want someone to see it. we all want to be naked.

why ? why do we even talk or speak ? because we always need to be told what we already know.