Addiction

 Addiction can be such a thing in life; you get to find something that burns some spark in your heart and boom, you don't want those eddies to ever fade away to equilibrium again. That static which only gives way to a constant madness of being stable.

I wish i didn't want my life to be as crazy as it gets, i enjoy the insanity more than being sane. I wish i wasn't so, i believe it is killing me slowly. I never want to rush things up but here i am for the thrill of feeling being alive every second.

I stay up late night, killing my sleeping schedules everyday because i chose to sleep a few hours more in the afternoon after being drained out by the day only to realize late night that the world doesn't revolves around being a night owl. I don't curse myself for that, just ditch everything.

Addiction is something in this world, the way my hands crave for writing on laptop all day and night long, i believe i must be a writer in my past life and writing ferociously about things we don't feel comfortable to talk about might have got me some enemies behind to kill.

I also want to dance until my feet give up, but sometimes i find myself dancing to tunes i don't even recognize, like my arms are twisting and turning but i am feeling nothing inside. The addiction to move forward, to just move once here and there if to not dance alone.