I always was one for simple addictions
the drugs
lingering ghosts of smoke plumes
the smell of your hair, unwashed like mine
the warmth that develops from drowzy dream state to coherent awake.
I always was one for simple addictions.
The things I could give up so easily if only I had wanted to. The things I swore I could live without were the same things I never went a day without having. Found here time and time again, it’s hardly real the day it’s over. What was known before…what was before?
I always was one for simple addictions.




