When you grasp for straws, how do you take hold when they’re covered in oil?
Everything good right there, even in arms reach and yet seemingly unable to retrieve. So close but unable to have in your possession; a painful yearning in your blood for something you just can’t hold onto.
That is the dilemma, the problem, the obstacle, and the heartbreak of wanting what you can’t have. And, boy, does it sting like a bitch.