Surrounded by the vile, wicked, and the sadism of this world, my world,

There is but a mere glorious fruit belonging to another domain.

It cannot be from here. 

It is too perfect, too flawless, too pure that it should not even touch this filthy ground.

It hangs high above all, marking its presence unmissable,

On a large tree of failed replicas.

No other entity can compare to it for it has been touched, blessed by a deity.

I walk, curiously and intently, towards the large fruit tree on the hill. 

The hill is steep,

And as I walk, my lungs have trouble breathing and my legs ache forcing me to go back.

I can't even see the top, but the fruit is still there in my periphery.

Where am I? What am I doing?

But I don't stop. I crawl on all fours and even drag my entire body.

Until, at last, I've made it. I'm in its domain. There's no going back.

I climb the tree and push away its poisonous decoys, they won't do me any good.

I'm high up on a sturdy branch, any higher and I will fall. I don't want to lose it all.

It's time.

I make my reach, and as I do it slowly, I realize,

Am I worthy? Does this rare sweet fruit deserve to be eaten by someone so impure, like me?

I could ruin it.

My satisfaction won't last.

Once it's mine, it will never be the same.

So I let it be.

Every time I'm near, tolerating my hunger is unbearable, it's torture,

But I love it.

Seeing it there, untouched, still genuine, makes it worth it. 

Almost like sating my hunger with water.

At least I can still see its divine beauty, beyond this horrid world.