Stop!

I want to!
But I can't do.

I don't want to.
But it is all I can... do.

Stop, while you can.
Continue, because you must.

There is no way to escape, without lust.

In your eyes, with blind despair.
And guilty hope.

The same moment calls you, at the same time, with two requests.
Be something, or don't even try, at least.

The whole time cries. For it's own.
Own sake. Own feeling. Own being.

Being of nothing, taste of nothing.

Stop.
While you can.

Still...
Breathe. Taste. Feel.

Stop, while your desired world...

...can be Real.