My soul desires to be quenched... The thirst for love dehydrates me... Love, do you breath and yearn for me? Are you an illusion? Did God paint my lives portrait as a desert wonderer lost in thirst teased by the mirage of love? For when I approach you you seem so vibrant and thriving.... I can hear your pulsating heart. Yet the closer I get the quieter the beats get... Then like the mirage in a desert you dissipate... And all I feel is the scorch of this hot portrait that has me questioning what is hell? Could I be in it? Or am I dreaming awake in a state of lucid dreaming?