A Solitaire Obsession
Confusion overwhelms me as my mind plays memories of the thing I longed for to keep hold of. It becomes a wild animal searching for its prey. Pictures and objects are hope that one day it will be the same. life is on hold till what you search for is returned. A feeling of unfulfillment takes hold of you, restrains you from freeing the longely frightened being inside you that wants to live file to the fullest, wanting to erase the memories of what you once loved. A sickening fog clouds your future, you struggle not to pursue the feeling of getting memory back, to hold on to the intangible. An invisable force bulls you into its lair urging you to give birth to its madness, to become the inner soul of its sickness. My cries for help are drowned out by the sounds of the wild beast who has caught and killed prey. For I am the prey, I am the obsessed... Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 05:17 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Confusion overwhelms me as my mind plays memories of the thing I longed for to keep hold of. It becomes a wild animal searching for its prey. Pictures and objects are hope that one day it will be the same. life is on hold till what you search for is returned. A feeling of unfulfillment takes hold of you, restrains you from freeing the longely frightened being inside you that wants to live file to the fullest, wanting to erase the memories of what you once loved. A sickening fog clouds your future, you struggle not to pursue the feeling of getting memory back, to hold on to the intangible. An invisable force bulls you into its lair urging you to give birth to its madness, to become the inner soul of its sickness. My cries for help are drowned out by the sounds of the wild beast who has caught and killed prey. For I am the prey, I am the obsessed......"