Writing a riddle is quite hard. Making it tricky, but not too tricky. Making it long, but not too long. Making the Riddler go ah! but not too early. It's like walking a tightrope, finding the one thing you are looking for.

You feel it when somebody is getting something better than u

A kind of dread about one’s purpose A kind of crisis about one’s identity A kind of threat that affects us all In logic, the theory that truth and reality are fictions

Summer-vine savored, Merlot anew, Sipful of flavor? Splash grew for you?

Your actions are the cause of my state, I grow taller without a spine or weight. I am finished, but never truly done, Yet I grow larger the further you run.