I Long for Lust

for life,

for love,

for living.

Everybody hears the term ‘Lust’ and relate it to the falsehood that is associated with it. The false sense of security urged by a young love. 

The chasing of a distant sunset with the promise of forever. As well as The consequent heartbreak that follows, leaving behind only the seed of something that could have been so much more. 

A lust for something is a wanting, yearning for it to the point of need. I see the potential in such a gift. 

The potential for happiness. 

For growth, repair and of course happiness along with so much more than what we already know to be true. 

It triggers almost a self navigated search system within us. Which does seem rather ironic; in order to find something we are searching for, we must look within ourselves first. This guidance and trust in our own wants is what i see when I think of lust. 

The potential and hope for something sometimes equates to so much more than that which we find.