Desire...

I didn't understand it. How could something so unreal exist? Did it really exist? How could I even think that when I was the one holding it out for the World to see. It seemed to have a mind of its own though, and everyone who looked at it knew they wanted it to be theirs alone - just like I did.
And here I was, holding it in my palm. It was probably the most evil thing that ever was. Never had I seen so many truly evil emotions flitting across people's faces. As long as I held it, I was protected, and nobody could take it from me.
And even as I knew it was me holding it, it wasn't me. I could feel myself changing and there was nothing I could do about it. I could always give it up, but that would be too great a sacrifice. For what? For who? Why? I couldn't yet answer these questions that came to mind...But I knew I didn't want to give it up.....not now....not ever...
Did I need it, I wondered...Who knows...I knew I wanted it, and that's all that mattered at the moment. I was amazed at who I had become within seconds of holding it. Did it do that to everyone I wondered....No wonder everybody wanted it, but they had their chance, and I wanted mine to last forever!
And then it happened...