I never know how I come to be obsessed.
with people, with things, with ideas.
I think perhaps I just happen to be looking for something,
and I don't even know it.
but then I find it in one of these things
and without even realizing, it consumes me.
with people, with things, with ideas.
I think perhaps I just happen to be looking for something,
and I don't even know it.
but then I find it in one of these things
and without even realizing, it consumes me.
nor do I know why certain obsessions fade
and others withstand my attentions.
and others withstand my attentions.
i think i understand this draw. the appeal of something that could, if i wanted (needed?) it to, be all-consuming. i can trace parts of my life as eras of certain obsessions too...
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