Illness

It's 3:57pm. I could not quell my lust for writing today, so I must breathe into the words that expel from my being. Yesterday was a difficult day, I had forgotten the feeling of agony. The tight grip on the boring average never left my side, until yesterday. If I was to die, I thought it would be a service, for the intense feeling of gloom and death lingered on my tongue. Yet as soon as I felt better, I was again in the state of unconscious longing for agony once again. To say the truth would be, that we human beings are always in a state of wondering, and lusting for anything but the average. Is it sane to say that I miss the trial of pain and displeasure that I had to go through? Am I not one many who is relieved at the sign of health? Must we continue on this path of self-destruction, to glimpse into the truly raw and real details of life? I say we must, to gain what others may forget or toss to the side with ease, for one man's trash is another man's treasure.