obsession

There is a saying about obsessions. That they are intense and leave you shortly after. But I don't entirely agree. Sure, there is a kind of light obsessions, the ones that hit you hard and disappear instantly. And then there are the feelings that slowly grow inside you and then turn into a deep long lasting dependence and finally the great obsessions that are carved for life in your dna.

 I, for one, live on obsession mode.

Little things turn my world upside down for a second, a minute, an hour or even a week. And then, there are the big obsessions, the ones that get me craving, that keep me wondering, that make me fidget and despair until I get them in your grasp tightly. Oh, those could be the real deal. But these ones appear when I least expect them and take shape and start controlling me gradually. And they die the same way, piece by piece.

The supreme obsessions are the ones that sweep me off my feet from the start, that make my knees weak and reduce me to a junkie state of being. They never leave me, they have sculptured a soft spot in my heart and even when latent they feed from my weaknesses and beat at the same time with me. I'm not afraid of them, my luxury obsessions are signs of truth, of passion and endurance. I embrace them, offer them sugar and spice and even when they hurt, it means I have done good, that I am honest and I'm in love indefinitely with a couple of life's offerings and they will make a great story for my diary.