Forever They Will Be Secrets To Me

I'm alone, a small speckle on top of a giant, moving world.

I'm captivated by my will against my desire. Between the choices of my dignity and the longing to be loved.

What ghastly feeling this is, to choose between something I know I should hold on to, to something that eats me alive, yet captures my interest.

What choices should I make to satisfy my soul?