I want to want.
The poetry of my soul cries for desire.
Any desire
will do,
so long as I can put my whole heart behind it,
fighting the good fight,
making a difference
to someone
anyone.
It’s the power of the moment
that I crave.
It’s the strength in wanting
to do something grand.
It’s the want I want.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
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