You had just thought that you had found some space. A little peace, and quiet. But now it's beckoning to you again. You're so aware that this is larger than you, moving through you; that you'll never be able to remove yourself from this. You're so powerless. More than a need, this is bonds on your wrists; altering you, leaving everything else laid to waste, changeless and irreversible. Nothing replaces this kind of addiction. Nothing replaces the need to send. Follow me on X @BowToChristelle