I wish I aren't as possessive as I am, that I wouldn't cling on so tightly to ideals which are not meant to be. Yet the abstraction of absolute command over the way my life is run is far too enticing to be ignored. The burning desires to own and control, to love and be loved, to create and destroy is unerringly corrupting my soul as I struggle to keep them under control. Indeed, it is selfish and inconsiderate of me to demand as I do, the categorical love of my parents, the perfection of my surroundings and the accomplishments of my aspirations. Yet I want to own and manipulate everything around me. I want the sea to eat fire for me. I want the fishes to climb mountains. I want everything and anything. Give me the love, cede me the success. Make me happy.
I don't care for the price, the process, nor the time taken. I will wait, despite my renowned lack of patience. I wouldn't mind even if it takes a decade, a century, or a millennium. I am willing to commit myself, to pay any price. Take my life anytime, but make me the one and only. Bare me your heart, surrender your soul. Let me possess the world.