Obsession

Obsession

Green speck on the window.
No one can see, but it has seen me.
I try to grasp it, but it becomes too clouded in my mind.
Assuming to quickly, I whisper all my thoughts in such a sublime way.
The Green speck grows.
It glows by its own light.
It made itself.
The sand that covers all the problems brings a warm comfort, like the rare mother that truly cares about her child.
But the sand cannot cover the obsession.
The whole world may be covered in sand or drowned to the tallest point, but the green light calls out in subliminal tones from the deep.
Obsession,
the focal point of existence.
Emotion,
our anchor.
Fear,
the glue that stops all change.
The Schism so great inside a single mind.
The green light inside, swelling like cancer.
An exploding skull,
from thoughts too big.
Thoughts, like strawberry mush, flooding the streets.
Grabbing desperately at the green,
but it needs no red.
Love,
the great opiate,
when its not watered down.