Lately I have been put through a torment of sorts. I can barely believe this is happening to me...can barely believe the way in which it is happening to me. How can a force so far away have an effect over such a distance? How can a force so barely accustomed to, so barely experienced create such an effect? It angers me and pleases me at the same time. The wait is too long...the torment is ravaging...the egos and the statuses...the timing...my joblessness....it is all too overbearing and I fear a breakdown. Because it is sometimes too thought provoking to sit in a shell...with nothing but the air you breathe in and out surrounding you...nothing but a happy two to stare you in the face and play your strings into a crescendo...a high that is intoxicating...lifting you into space, and then dropping you with a bump on the hard wet ground that is earth.

The tease is a feather, a tickle, an itch that lasts too long, is left unscratched for too long. It becomes a nuisance..a rash...an irritation..and the skin itself is a hinderance...for the itch is now far past the skin...it tears into the soul.

I await the moment I can scratch it...and derive that far reaching satisfaction that is from an abyss of unspeakable proportions. But today, this is what you are to me, I will still call you my itch.