The apple from Eden.

I dream about it, I think about it.

The temptation is great, like the serpent urging me to take the first bite. The struggle between mind and body is putting morals to the test. But the body is weak, always weak, and one will be afraid...very afraid. Water will be still until stirred. But the undercurrents are strong, and tide is rising.

Be careful...be very careful. It's one thin, fine line between relief or remorse.

Like a moth circling the flame, it will reach its eventual end. It was short-lived, but the flame was beautiful, encapturing all its' senses, till the point of no return. It was beautiful while it lasted. But only just...only just.

The apple was sweet when you tasted it, isn't it? Sigh...how the sweetness lingered...