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I see addiction as a form of loyalty to a cause. Mothers and fathers can get addicted to the baby, and to each other. That strong bond maybe so strong it can only be broken by death, and sometimes death doesn’t break the bond. There’s somewhere in my mind where I’m still addicted to my grandmother on my mother side, and she died 40 years ago. People who don’t like me say I’m stubborn, and close minded. Maybe that’s just because we’re addicted to different things. My drug using friends from youth wanted me to use LSD, but I was already addicted to love. Addiction, obsession, loyalty, faithfulness are all closely related but distinctly different. Addiction is loyalty to your dark enemy. Faithfulness is loyalty to your most gentle compassionate friend. It’s easier to define an enemy than describe a friend. My enemy is alcohol. My friend is the whisper of wind in the swallows wings flying over the grass blown ridges beneath a clear blue sky after a week with my lover, a memory that won’t die but a dream that words allude to pathetically

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