At it again...
Once again I find myself far from home in spite of the weather.
Wandering, prowling, searching with a purpose, I come seeking more.
Last time was just a tease, not enough to fulfill.
Not even close to sating the urge.
Countering common sense, I brave the cold and the snow to return.
I come seeking more. More pain, and through that pain a sort of clarity.
It is a means to an end.
A journey not yet half over, but better defined each time.
Not quite an addiction, more perhaps a mild obsession.
One which I find the urge to feed every now and again.
Wandering, prowling, searching with a purpose, I come seeking more.
Last time was just a tease, not enough to fulfill.
Not even close to sating the urge.
Countering common sense, I brave the cold and the snow to return.
I come seeking more. More pain, and through that pain a sort of clarity.
It is a means to an end.
A journey not yet half over, but better defined each time.
Not quite an addiction, more perhaps a mild obsession.
One which I find the urge to feed every now and again.