Freedom. Caught in the web of love and possesion like your peers class- and roommates the shopaholics and coquets like once your parents - to a partner - to a next ex.
Addiction. That first rush so hyper and ashamed like when you broke their taboo as you chose willingly or perhaps not at all.
Addiction. Of fear or lust and burden high-strung and monomaniacal addictive that thrill to score and yet always without winning.
Addiction. Painful for a loss of any control of a heart that flinches of shamelessness and of a needless intoxicated search.
Addiction. That what's buried so deeply for the others so help can be avoided outright to that undiscovered demon.
Freedom. When you own none to nothing no status no love no family or honour merely freed completely in and through and through.
Addiction. Embraced when the vein tied off and or moist the cork comes out or torn off wet like in a forbidden dream.
Addiction. In so many shades shapes and sizes and life not damage free as your cry inside your head heart home from those tightly closed lips passes nothing.
Addiction. Worked up hidden hiding a sickening appetite that can only be stilled by the wrestle and certain loss.
Addiction. When having been burned to the ground and decimated you cannot be more lonely than as in the beginning untill that end.
Freedom. For sinking any deeper no longer possible while wandering this world knowing that unlike you all the others still have so much to learn.
© 2024-01-21 translated from the original Dutch version 'Jij niet meer' © 2013-02-17.
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