So near, yet so far. There's a natty cliché. That thing when something is just about tangible, but something about it is just out of reach. It's frustrating, stupid, totally unnecessary and just a smidge of heartbreaking.

You feel you shouldn't think about it, but then it just infiltrates your head. Before you know it, it's swimming around. It gets into your heart. From there, it's like a disease.

A beautiful, fucked up, totally uncontrolled disease. So what do you do? You wish. You wish hard, you hope, you do little incantations. You work hard, but you'll never get it.

But never? I fail to see how never is the logical conclusion. We are told if we want something, it'll come to us. The thing that is always left out is the part where it'll only happen if it is meant to be.

But how can we tell? We can't. So we go about trying to get that thing, that near and far thing. We are, in fact, totally insatiable.

We are only human, after all.