Envy

I am worried, not because I am neurotic. but I am worried for my wellbeing...
Out of all seven deadly sins, I despise envy yet I'm so enchanted by it
. Envy sounds so mysterious, and dark and beautiful. The word reminds me of images of green bottles and carnivorous plants, black thick liquid and piercing eyes. If I visualized "Envy" - she'd have a sharp sillhouete with opaque strands of jet black hair, softly cascading down her slim back. Her eyes would glimmer, so attractive and constantly twinkling. Her mouth would carefully hide a hungry smile. Her heart would only consist of an entanglement of pale white hands, forever twitching forever stretching, yearning, pressing for more- constantly pinching her mind. Her mind would consist of throbbing lights- shades of depressions, tints of hunger and even subtle shadows of lunacy, a kaleidoscope of discombobulated desires, distracting her from good will and happiness for others.