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[soulhaus]

I don't get addicted to things,
but I do get addicted to people.

In particular, I get addicted to
the stirrings of emotions the
attention from a particular person
stimulates in the sea of my soul.

I wish it was something I had
the ability to better control.

But I don't.

Instead, I see the momentary bliss,
the beauty, and I chase it down.
I allow myself to get stranded on
what often becomes a chaotic dark
ocean, and I am left being tossed around,
downtrodden and dismal in a tiny dingy.

And although I know I should head back
to shore, to avoid inevitable drowning,
I find myself continuing to paddle my
skiff out further and further from safety;
my need for one last moment of euphoria a
willing trade for what might accidentally,
and intentionally, be my demise.

But it's only a problem with people, you see.

I can evade the temptations of inebriation
or intoxication thrown at me by any other
sort of physical or chemical combination.

And so, therefore, it's not really an issue.

...Right?