Addictions

I am addicted to the pen, the smell of ink and the feel of paper. I am addicted to the feel of your lips on mine. I am addicted to the heat of the spotlight on my face. I am addicted the sweet wishers in a language that foreign to me in my ear. I am addicted to the flash of a camera while I pose for the picture. I am addicted to the feel of the keys under my fingers as I type each blog. I am addicted to way your hands feel as the brush against my skin. I am addicted to the sound of your laughter and the look of your smile. I am addicted to the stories that you tell me over the phone. Addicted to the way you tell stupid jokes and they way you act silly. I am addicted laughing and holding hands. I am addicted to my talents and the ideas of changing the world. I am addicted to hugging trees and being a crazy. I am addicted to honesty and the music you create. I am addicted to meeting new people and creating new relationships. I am addicting to keeping others secrets safe and addicted to telling mine. I am addicted to the sound of my words when they flow like I want them to. But I have to admit what I am addicted to most is you.