There are certain things needed by any living creature to ensure its survival. When any one of these things is lacking, systems in the body begin breaking down. Signals are sent to the brain indicating which things require replenishment and it is a matter of instinct to know where and how to satiate those needs. When satisfying the basic requirements for survival becomes impossible, the only thing left to do is find some measure of peace in anticipation of inevitable demise.
I have been able to satisfy most of my fundamental needs since last seeing you, but my body has been relentlessly crying out in debt of one last piece of the puzzle. Just as thirst calls to mind images of water, and fatigue conjures sensations of sleep, the ache I feel perpetually engenders visions of you. You are all I see and all I hear. My body is screaming for help. I am flooded with the desperate yearning of my being to be satiated by your touch and your kiss. I can not suppress it any more than I could suppress hunger. It defines my existence and I survive in only spite of it. It, this implacable desire, will soon consume what's left of my mind and ensure the course of my ultimate downfall.
It's possible to be obsessed with a thing when that the acquisition of that thing is unrelated to basic survival. No one would characterise the starving as merely obsessed with food or the naked as obsessed with shelter. As I measure and observe the deterioration of my own mental infrastructure, I am painfully aware of an insatiable need, ever present and ever prominent.
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