Hunger.

I'm a slave. (optical slave. ha-haha..ha.. no i suppose you..don't appreciate the..joke..)

My eyes are drunk and hungry.

My mind wanders for the comforts of its chosen home. Too often.

My body tires of sitting haunched, driven by material lust and perpetually conflicted.

My mouth is dry. My palms are sweaty.

I lie awake at night, thinking of thee. My dreams are haunted by thine absence.

Yet still the choice remains.

A wide angle lens or a D90.

End this damn misery.