This drug, this drive, this consuming longing always comes down to the same thing: control. Control over others, control over life, control over everything. So many are scared that life is completely out of control, so they fight it and they battle it and they usually lose the battle and they need some type of control. Their eyes always reveal it. The longing. The fear. The caged-in ferocity. The hope. I’ve heard every possible thing that could be said. Everything. And eventually every word means nothing. Every sensation and feeling means nothing. Eventually the waking sun seems dull, the setting sun seems stale. And you go through life completely devoid of emotions and you give over control. But nobody has control. Because in a moment, that can be taken away. With a simple act, a life can be taken away. They used to come to me wanting control, wanting to feel empowered, but the moments were always fleeting.
