Pensamientos que naufragan en el mar de los Incomunicados

Addiction

I have a confession to make,

I must profess the undeniable

It is what I hold dear and it is not reliable.

I became obsessed with that of which composed my desires.

It is that which started as a denial, slowly turned into what eats into one's self,

Prior to this, I was ok, I was stable with structured emotions with little possibility of eruptions.

Safely kept in a psychological shelf.

Now all I can think off is that of what haunts me and  keeps me from growing.

That's it, you caught me.

I grew addicted to that one thing I promised not to do.

Oh well...