Goddess of the Mist

Obsessed, I Won\'t Obsess

Chemical triggered in the brain

longing like an ill-fated fire inside

burning a hole in the pit of my stomach

of my heart

 

Difficult to eat

difficult to think straight

And here we go again

 

Moving along like a brown god

cut by the sun

chiseled by the ocean breeze

Inserting yourself in a way so surprising

so inspiring

so disconcerting

 

What can it all mean?

Intuition honed by the sands of time

knowing what I feel

sensing the unclear

I must believe

 

Now recognizing what has happened

chemical triggered in the brain

longing the untrusty little bonfire that it is!

The universe working her strange ways