completion

as long as i exist

i will strive for perfection

my hands will be reaching forward in one single movement,

in unity,

carrying the electrified strings inside their smallest veins,

caring only about the desire, the need

to get close, not even touch

the sphere of blinding light

that screams of achievement with its magical sparks

perfection causes addiction

while not being possessed

but the longing hands will feel the cold heat of the sphere

and stop,

terrified of achievement

the paradox

two universes collide in a silent, quiet fight

with no blood but tension with a purpose to crush a mind

where a compulsion to complete

meets a phobia of completion