Everything

Most of us don't know what we want but a few of us lucky ones do. Only we refuse to recognize just what it is because we're shameful, doubtful of the truth. If only we knew, it's staring right back at us. So close, we could taste its whisper if we wanted to. Beckoning for us to come a little closer, breathing us in, breathing us out. Consuming us all, entirely. Like a black hole, it pulls us in deeper, obliterating every atom, every molecule that crosses its path. Until all we have turns to nothing, until that turns to ash. Until the ash scatters and bursts into flames, until the combustion creates everything we've ever wanted. Everything we've ever had.