Addiction

There are many things in this world that peak my interest, even to the point of addiction. I never saw the point in smoking, it actually disgusts me. The smoke, the smell, and the taste as it slithers in your mouth, over your tongue and down your throat. Burning, smoky, and screaming for more. I cough, gag, and loose my ability to speak. Smoking is not my addiction.

Driving fast exhilarates me. My senses are riding on the edge of my seat. Prepared for the inevitable, but never really expecting it. Soaring fast down the dark, smooth, virgin pavement while flames are sparking out from the bottom. I can see a whirl of life fly by, trees, but not as individuals, they make a long blurred horizontal line. Driving fast is not my addiction.

Chocolate singes my internal desires. Creamy desires melt slowly in my hot mouth and then trickles quickly down the back of my long throat. Crackle goes the package as I slowly, yet impatiently, unwrap the shiny paper. My mouth is so eager, my brain and hands can’t satisfy what my mouth wants fast enough. Finally, destination is accomplished, all is satisfied, repeat motions, do it again and again, until, oh… empty. Chocolate is not my addiction.

I love sex in the morning; orgasms in the AM. I love moonless nights when everything is so dark and all you can do is rely on your on self to succeed. I love coffee… oh just the thought makes my heart leap for joy. The taste, the aroma, the feeling of being alive and awake and ready to embrace whatever the day will throw at me. It’s my 5 minutes of true pleasure, all mine, I don’t have to share, only I get to enjoy it. I don’t have to explain why I love coffee. It’s universally acknowledged that coffee has become the largest addiction for most humans and most just get why without explanation. Coffee is not my addiction!

Music, the need to create. This is an inherent desire wrapped and intricately woven around the very essence of who I am. Creating music for me is to breathing for most. I would be lost, wandering helplessly around this world without it. You may find me incoherent, rambling nonsense, homeless, lying in your bed at night disoriented. You might phone authorities, you might just shoot, I might die… Music, the ability to create, is my addiction.