Desire is a sweet addiction. It gives a taste for life, but it can destroy you to the core.
Sometimes a man gets trapped by his own feelings. He thinks he's in control, but in reality, he's already dependent on emotions, on the body, on the thought of what he can get.
The worst thing is when the object of desire becomes the meaning.
You lose peace, sleep, interest in the rest of the world.
Every pause is torture, every smile is a dose.
And you suddenly realize you no longer have a choice—you're being controlled.
Desire ceases to be pleasure. It becomes what makes you weak. And this, for some reason, is what attracts you even more.