I stand beneath the tree.
Gazing. Watching.
A fruit.
Round. Glistening. Perfect.
I want it. I desire it.
I've been hungry for years.
The hunger a void in my chest. Hurting. Pulsating. Painful. Oh so painful.
It's scent drew me to it. Captivating. Enthralling. It's perfection a reminder of happier days.
I try to reach it. I jump. And jump. And jump.
But no matter how hard I try. It remains unreachable. The best i can do is touch it. With the tips of my fingers.
Barely. Before I fall flat again.
And again. And again.
I lie there. Exhausted. Defeated. Drained.
Panting. Unshed tears blurring my vision.
To come so close. And fail. Yet again.
Should I give up?
Should I keep trying?
I don't know.
The hunger doubles. Triples.
The object of its desire so close. Yet unattainable.
The pain. The pain. The pain.
It overrules everything. Demands attention.
Wanting to be finally satisfied.
But..... A question remains.
Am i truly the one destined to reap the fruit?
Or am I meant to be perpetually hungry.
To wither away until I disappear.
So close. And yet so far away.
I'm lost.
Only the pain remains.
Maybe it's the only truth. The ultimate truth.
