Passion fueled by Duracell batteriess

They take what they need, and just leave.

Ephemerality, in my view, is the quintessential descriptor of our human nature. Immediately, Sylvia Plath's fig tree metaphor springs to mind, where each choice presents itself as a ripe fruit, ready to be plucked, yet we find ourselves paralyzed by indecision, afraid of losing all other possibilities. Opportunities slip away from us like ripe and robust figs at our feet. The once seemingly boundless strength reveals itself to be fleeting, and we are swept away like dry leaves in the wind, deprived of the driving force that once propelled us forward.

It’s a passion fueled by Duracell batteries. You unlock the clause that bends behind my body, connecting me to the electric current, infusing me with a transcendent vitality. An invincible intensity, freshly charged, grants us the power to feel infinite. We are drawn into the tunnel of 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower,' where a mantra echoes in our minds: 'I am, I am, I am.'"

But you simply take what you need, and leave

I wish I wasn't merely another battery that you could discard at your convenience.

I remain paralyzed, waiting for you to use me again for a little while, until I am discarded. Like a candle flickering in the wind, I, a lost sailor in life's dark abyss, catch a glimpse of the alluring and pristine land in the distance, which everyone else treads upon while I remain unable to reach it. Already extinguished, already replaced, at the culmination of my strength's zenith, I am no longer the driving force.