Anatomy of My Addiction

It leaves such a sour taste
Makes me bite my tongue
I hate it
I despise myself.
Destruction
Deception
Diabolical
So maniacal in manner
Yet, I miss it,
My best friend
Comfort and escape.
Isolated
Alone
Checked out
Lost in my own misery
Swimming in an obscurity of random
Burning buildings
Without a route to flee.
Caged in
Behind the bars of my own prison
Freedom lost.
What have I done?
I look around.
How did I get here?
this mirror
Reflection of a stranger
Eyes I no longer recognize
Deep pools of shame and regret,
Aged and empty.
It's me...
This is the
Anatomy of my addiction.

Back to the basics...

This may sound strange, but I have just started shooting again, and I actually forgot how to do a lot of the things I learned! I will post what I did this weekend probably sometime at the end of this week, but its not breath-taking; that's for sure. A step at a time, right? I am taking photography courses again, so I am excited about that!