Mar 2014
Craving: Car-Rave-Ing: N;
1) An obsessive need or want for something.
2) To crave; a desire to have something right away.
Needless to say, I'll go another few minutes, hours, days, with what my therapist calls "a craving." It makes my skin crawl, my jaw clench, my heart race, I become restless. At that point, it's no longer mental.
All of my dreams are consumed by my own definition of happiness, no, ecstacy. But because my definition doesn't correlate with the american dream, my happiness must end in what they call "sobriety" and I have to deal with what my therapist calls "a craving."
The yellow bird I once had flew away, and like a light switch, emotion took it's place. I now have to feel which has always been, since day one, the exact reason I crave another reality. One like Alice In Wonderland, where no one else got to see. One like Limitless, where every one else got to see and wanted.
You asked me what they were like. And now you know.
THIS is a craving.
1) An obsessive need or want for something.
2) To crave; a desire to have something right away.
Needless to say, I'll go another few minutes, hours, days, with what my therapist calls "a craving." It makes my skin crawl, my jaw clench, my heart race, I become restless. At that point, it's no longer mental.
All of my dreams are consumed by my own definition of happiness, no, ecstacy. But because my definition doesn't correlate with the american dream, my happiness must end in what they call "sobriety" and I have to deal with what my therapist calls "a craving."
The yellow bird I once had flew away, and like a light switch, emotion took it's place. I now have to feel which has always been, since day one, the exact reason I crave another reality. One like Alice In Wonderland, where no one else got to see. One like Limitless, where every one else got to see and wanted.
You asked me what they were like. And now you know.
THIS is a craving.
I wrote this to an ex boyfriend of mine who abused me for 2 years. He still uses drugs to this day (he hasn't gone one day without the needle), but he always asked me why I couldn't live without them. I simply told him the cravings were too bad and he questioned what they were like.
