Why settle for 2-in-1 when you can have a million things packed inside one bottle
When I think of her, I think of Vanilla Tea Leaves. When you look at her, it seems only natural to think not of your favourite comforts, all so familiar ... as lovely as they may be. You think of things you never tried, things you want to do, your future, living for the moment. The more you think, listen to and breathe in her, the more you want to taste her. The first lick is never your last, for it would be like having an empty stomach, craving for chocolate and for it to appear in front of you, a type you've never tried before,but it looks wonderful and smells wonderful and you rejecting it for no reason. She's your new best friend, someone you can imagine spending your life, in constant companionship with.
You develop a craving for her which soon turns to obsession. Then all of a sudden, without warning, she turns on you.
For a split second, you feel betrayed. Soon enough though, it turns to a constant craving that cannot be satisfied with anything except the real thing.
She's your drug, your constant obsession. Something you would stop at nothing to get. Even the strongest of minds can't fight her.
People say the worst thing is, when it hits you. It's all too late. You can't stop it, you are the fly trapped in a spider's web and the spider is heading straight for you. You experience everything full on, in a state of mind that can only be described as something more than being conscious and something less than being everything.
You feel yourself spinning out of control and you can't stop it.
But personally, I think the worst thing is seeing someone you love and would die for, your one and only reason for living
and dying falling into the trap. You can't sleep, can't eat, can't concentrate. Simple things which you once took for granted to be able to do, suddenly seem to require so much effort. Too much effort. You can only sit there, in the front row, middle seat. You want to advert your eyes or just walk out but you just can't.
She takes over your life. She comes quickly and moves with a inhuman grace and speed. She kills you mentally, in a slow and painful way.
She's your favourite dream, your worst nightmare, your drug, a virus without a cure or prevention all in one.
You develop a craving for her which soon turns to obsession. Then all of a sudden, without warning, she turns on you.
For a split second, you feel betrayed. Soon enough though, it turns to a constant craving that cannot be satisfied with anything except the real thing.
She's your drug, your constant obsession. Something you would stop at nothing to get. Even the strongest of minds can't fight her.
People say the worst thing is, when it hits you. It's all too late. You can't stop it, you are the fly trapped in a spider's web and the spider is heading straight for you. You experience everything full on, in a state of mind that can only be described as something more than being conscious and something less than being everything.
You feel yourself spinning out of control and you can't stop it.
But personally, I think the worst thing is seeing someone you love and would die for, your one and only reason for living
and dying falling into the trap. You can't sleep, can't eat, can't concentrate. Simple things which you once took for granted to be able to do, suddenly seem to require so much effort. Too much effort. You can only sit there, in the front row, middle seat. You want to advert your eyes or just walk out but you just can't.
She takes over your life. She comes quickly and moves with a inhuman grace and speed. She kills you mentally, in a slow and painful way.
She's your favourite dream, your worst nightmare, your drug, a virus without a cure or prevention all in one.