I want to be something intangible... Something you can only grab for, and never reach; Like a star or the moon, twinkling away in the depth of space. A hopeful desire to some day obtain. To be a distant dream placed on a shelf, to be admired. I want to be a note in a journal or a scribble on a page in jet black ink or graphite gray, on the page forever to stay. I want to be an immortal longing, never to be satisfied.
When things are tangible, they seem to lose their spark. Interest is lost because the object is found. The appetite to have it withers into the boredom of keeping it. Soon it's lost altogether in a pile of other tangible dreams, sitting among the other wasted wants and wishes.
To be intangible, to be that insatiable yearning...No dream is greater, no dream more appealing than to be a hunger never to be fed. Never to be replaced or lost, only to be craved and searched. To be intangible...
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