He is able to get addicted to anything,
so how did they expect from him,
to recognize obsession?

An incomplete list
of my modest pleasures may consist of:

unninterrupted sleep at night,
time to lay in bed in the morning,
the coffee machine's murmur,
the odd taste of coffee,
the odd taste of water,
homemade jam,
finishing a piece of work,
swimming or floating in water,
books with appealing hard covers,
good books,
good stories told well,
walking in a park or forest,
cold, wet, spring air,
warm feet,
standing by a river,
listening to rivers go,
looking up to tree tops hiding the sky,
blue skies,
green grass,
sunlight on the face,
courageous flowers blooming,
a hat that fits,
shoes that fit,
clothes that fit,
charming someone kind,
being charmed by someone kind,
first kisses,
eager *******,
joyful ***,
speaking with an old friend,
speaking with a close friend,
speaking with a funny friend,
being kindly teased,
holding a friend's hand,
good music,
dancing,
singing,
sending and receiving postcards,
completing a piece of work,
rain on windows,
washed clothes and sheets,
showers
flowers in pots and vases
and you.
....
Out of all the earthly pleasures
I believe I want you most of all,
my dear, my sweet.

Dawn's the crisp blue line
crossing poisonous pink clouds,
the water-soaked broom
sweeping off the tiredness under the rug,
and the mother's cold, wet palm
brushing away the fever-fueled nightmares
from the night before.

Dawn's the chirp of hues shifting
from suffocating scarlets and weary purples
to sun-kissed whites and breathy blue.

Dawn's the clink
of the glass coffee pitcher
nearly chipping
as it clashes against porcelain cup.

Dear Dawn,
I hope they've told you how wonderful you are!