Passion and Obsession
I am passionate about art The way paint flows across a canvas Textures made from liquid, out of charcoal, out of ink Depth on one dimensional planes I love words Black letters scrolled across white pages Words I know and words I don’t Lives plastered on paper I am a Christmas lover Glittering ornaments hung on boughs Warm fires crackling in the hearth Family brought together from near and far I am obsessed with food The sweet, the salty, the soft, the crunchy Good choices, poor choices, calories galore Feeling sick from eating too much or not enough I am crazy; just crazy I worry over worry, obsess over obsessions I spend days wondering if I am losing my mind Then spend hours crying and still thinking ‘I’m just fine’ I am obsessed with the concept of pain Why do I hurt so much one day and not the next What is this new pain and where did it come from Is this pain a sign of something more sinister yet to come These are the things that rule my days