I never know what’s happened.
Though that’s not true.
Sometimes I do. Sometimes you’re still there. Sometimes you vaporize before my blues.
You are an unpredictable one; I will give you that.
[psst…I kind of like it.]
I’ve gotten better at the spaces, don’t you know.
Sometimes they still prick.
(I did not just call you a prick though it has an authentic ring.)
My life is a busy buzz brimming with productive and rewarding things. Can it be too much? Too full? A bit de trop?
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This is a very loose use of the 100 word prompt "Obsession" hosted by Thin Spiral Notebook each week. Could have used the word but chose to imply instead.