obsession
How sad your heart can be if you have to give up a dream. Or was it wishful thinking, illusion? It became a obsession. And i decided to stop it, to start again, to get away, at the top of it, when the longing went over the edge.
Without asking questions, that would lead into a dead end anyway. Without getting answers, that you would not believe anyway. Because you trust your senses more then the spoken words. And so it keeps being a obsession you carry around, avoiding to feed it, to trigger it.
Three years ago i wanted the freedom i have now, after brazil, the need of feeling new skin. Where is that now? All buried down under the obsession? under this sad heart?
