I never find my hand inching as close to the mouse time and again as I'm repulsed by it's very temptation and a need for real life interaction. Its not addiction that holds me in it's vapid trance, but an inner craving of some longing. Whether it be of physical or non-physical matter, I do not solve my craving as it only expresses itself in the hours most endless. An addiction may be temporarily soothed and given room to be chased upon. Now a craving for the endless and unknown are never abated by any temporary fix. They eat at the mind inside to out without relief and only getting stunted everytime you attempt to fix it. The vast web nor food are any comfort though I always feel pulled to these two in the false promise of fulfillments. But these fulfillments are but shrubs along a barren field covered up in a type of lowland fog, always obscured by the watery veil. I can never know what I truly crave or hoe to satisfy it. Only that in those longing moments, that by attempting to find the source I make it only worst. What in our society makes us addicted or craved to anything at all? Our we living such empty lives as to end up wasting our short hours at idle entertainment and acquirement of yet more junk? Our we made hollow by a culture ridden of intellectual vampires that only want what little rapt attention we have left after attempting to fix our insatiable craving? In the original before Fall, humans roamed free upon land thus we may long for similiar sojourn even today. Left empty by our modern ways we still feel an everlonging inside. We crave rather than addicted to a way out from under the floorboards