addiction

[10dotsinlarceny]

I have become the addicted. Rooting between the darkness and isolation. Lost in searching for the next moment. Before I was addicted to nothing. Now I stare daily in the face of many. Some are harmless, and others threaten to consume me. I am addicted to things (and people) that cannont show me love. There is still only one person I ever think about, and I suppose I am addicted to her, but really just the idea of her. The idea of her is sticky and sweet and colored like sunlit gold. The thought of us feels like an addiction; I can enjoy it for only a few moments before I realize I am not who I thought I was. Addiction is all about comfort, and I, as the addicted strive to be, am comfortable. Comfortably do I laze around my home, as comfortably do I pine. 
Addiction is the enemy to be fought and defeated for these reasons.