A disease.
A disease to one's flesh.
To one's mind.
To one's thoughts.
To one's body.
Infiltrations in one's trust,
making believes of what maybe is not.
A wrapped up infection.
Sets in like a storm.
Obtaining infection by one's fresh air,
manipulate one's faith of what could be.
In the lack of answers,
when one's being short on trustworthy reply
on what's ought to be denied,
we maintain the obscure of fear
by longing for what we can not achieve.
A stroked becoming of one's addiction.
Yvonne - 04