Obsession.
A focused possession.
One consistent train of thought.
Where it came from
And when it came, beyond comprehension.
But there it was.
Tearing up the past and blotting the present.
All that was seen and heard seemed nothing but a dream.
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device
Sunday, 11 March 2012
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