Firethorn's Den

Obsessions

I went on a shopping spree today and got myself a miniature perfume that was extremely overpriced. It's beautiful and goes perfectly well with my collection. And what did I have to give up for this obsession? An arm and a leg, every time. I do realize, of course, that I must put an end to this old habit, the coveting, the wanting, and the desire. I really need a jolt to wake me, the sound of a china dropped in a diner, the sting on the tip of my finger from a knife while slicing a tomato, the hand painted map leading to an empty wallet -yeah, that'll do.

It's never going to stop, you know. The next time I come across another miniature, that restless trance will take hold of me-- the festering of one's mind, and I will stop at nothing until... either my dulled teeth reshape my fingernails or I possess the piece to pacify my ungodly supremacy of self-indulgence.

© 8/21/03

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