Solid Ground

Sick with longing for something I can't see, don't know what it is; panting after a chimera whose shape changes constantly. My heart beating so fast, it burns through my chest and my breath catches. I am running out of air, running scared. The object of desire is out there and it waits for me with claws and fangs, it waits for me while I chase after it in a maze of unknowing. In this place I can only be alone and alone is where I do not want to be. I think I want certainty, but do I, when certainty can only mean the end?