… Thinking about random things like why is the earth round?
Or why we wear clothes? …
… Why an ant is small and not big?
Why the color blue isn't called black? …
… And who gave me the right to call it black.
And why they decided it should be called black …
… What if it was called 'Baka' or something else? …
'Why do most pretty faces have small tits and asses?'
Fortunately, on this big blue planet we call earth…
Trying to find out the answers to the questions most people consider trivial or decimal has a lot of meaning to me.
Unfortunately, however… no answers exist.
And out of the randomness that arouses my thoughts…
A particular thought arose….
… A question …
"How would 'you' love your woman?"
My answer?
"Like the way a cigarette addict would love his cigarette."
Why like a cigarette addict though?
"WHY?!"
I asked myself…
And before the question could babble around in my mind it hit me again.
"If I loved my woman like a cigarette addict to his cigarettes, she would be there when I awake…"
… Before I turn to bed
In the moments am most happy…
… and in moments am most sad
Come heat… come cold…
Rain or sunshine…
… "She would be there" …
When am upset or sad…
… "She would be there" …
… Working or eating
… "She would be there" …
Even before and after I take a dump!
"She… would… be… there …"
… When I have nothing to do …
And when am drinking and the pressures of the world prove overwhelming…
… "She would be there" …
In my random thoughts thinking about something else… this or that…
… "She will be there" …
For me.
The thought of her feels extreme.
And while it crosses my mind to let go of it...
I can't.
Guess you could say am 'Addicted' to it huh?
Oh well….
Not like I can blame myself for not letting go of this addiction.
Just the 'THOUGHT' of her moves my whole being.
The woman of all my dreams…
…My woman of all seasons
… 'My Addiction' …
By Grey_Beyond...
Edited by Musa.l0_0l