It is all too beautiful.
I indulge in it, content,
then I fall into despair.
I don’t know how or why
but that it is all too beautiful.
My soul can’t stand to just taste it,
for all that this life offers is a taste.
I must have all of it, all of it so beautiful,
or none of it at all.
And my passionate mind tells me
that neither all nor none exists
in this dimension,
in this world.