it takes over the mind like a force no one can reckon with.
chewing up and spitting out any morsels of self respect you might have had left.
not for the faint of heart, but rather for the sick of heart.
heart sick, over you. fighting the urge to show up in your life, unannounced, unwanted.
why doesn't unwanted register? what is it about you that is so special? you are not God, you are not holy, you are not spirit, you are not my Creator. hell, you are not even healthy. you are sick.
and yet, obsession breeds in my mind. thick like lava and ready to erupt at any moment. volcanic in size, too.
but I don't want to burn you. I want to hold you tight. no more burning, please, please, please.
I'm tired. smoky, ashy, heart turning to molten rock, one day at a time.
please, help me. the angels are there for you, if you ask them for help. singing sweetly in your ear, if you only ask for it. please, help me.
obsession is just another word for insanity.
