An open letter to Obsession
Dear Obsession,
Consuming my mind
Controlling my life
Lying in bed
Sleep when I'm dead
I know you
I have felt you
Countless times
The phases that fade
The ones that are washed away
With the rain that is the train of thought
Some will remian
And form the great chain
Those puppet strings
That overtake thoughts
You are children using sticks as swords
recreating the great battle they have seen in the theater
You are the teenagers qouting the words
with bright eyes from their favoirte novel
You are old smiles when grown adults
reminace and fall into the trap
and repeat
That cycle
That cirlce that screams
"Forget me not"
That circle that means
"I am you"
"I am a part that makes the whole"
Draining. Draining.
Life force draining.
Eyes forced open
So the mind may consume
What it most desires at the time
However. Dear Obsession.
In the dead of daylight
I trust you. I'll follow you.
Follow those blind leads
Down the rotting paths
Go where thoughts remian
Frozen on what you have chosen
And wait
Until they are forgotten or trampled
By the next one.
Ever changing
Ever trustworthy
But do not be overtaken
Do not lose the parts of the whole
Do not fade into it
Consumption. Control.
The breath of life.
Obsession.