The Addiction of Fantasy
Once upon a time. The Serpent of Eden. Time as been blurred for me recently. My current existence feels out of touch. Everything seems to be in conflict. I’ve achieved a new level of peaceful but lonely isolation. I’m a failure. That ever looming thought. Tears want to pour but the well is dry. I wonder if we are allowed only a certain amount of tear drops in a life time. Perhaps I’ve used mine all up! But yet the cause survives. I want a peace that’s just that. Peace. It starts with a wish. Then it becomes a daydream. Then a want. Then a desire. The final form is fantasy. Fantasy is desire on a high. It’s a drug with side effects. And even the side effects don’t hinder the experience of the high. An escapee away from the world. From responsibility. From actual life. It’s also a safe place. It’s home. I got home not too long ago. Thursday desperately wishing it was Friday. It was hard to brea...
