Zing

Is it controllable?

Science wants us to believe so

And maybe to some extent it can be manipulated

And induced

Or reduced

Maybe

But when it hits you

When it takes you in

And takes over completely

When you can't stop it

Or will it away

When time does nothing to assuage it

When distance does nothing to hamper it

When nothing you do or don't do deters it

What is there to do?

But surrender to it

The cost

May not justify the actions

But when it feels this good to yield to it

And one can't even imagine not indulging in the sensation

What else is there to do really

It's almost as if there are no other real options.

Because to live in denial

Constantly pitted against ones own deepest desires

What kind of life is that?