I have a strange disease. It’s one I believe I can’t overcome. It became evident the other day when I found myself looking through an old set of books I have. It was a minor thing, but I found it to be preceded by a feeling of internalized warmth. It was pleasant, like reconnecting with old friends after being apart for a long time. My mind opened. There was a light headedness making me feel like I was a part of something special happening. But, it made me crave more. It was like an old addiction raising its head to consume me and lead me somewhere I wasn’t sure I could return from.
