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Chapter 19:- Addicts
One of the thing I love the most about writing, beside the power of creating that attract us all, writers or not, is the after effects.
That satisfaction that fills us at the end of every word, every sentence, and that joy that invade our mind at the end of each page. We all are, in our own way, addicts. We are addicted to creating, and there is no cure. Nothing. We are dommed for the eternity, because, such feelings do not die.
We are damned.
And how good does it feels! There is no place for doubts, as you create another story. There is no regrets after giving birth to another caracter, all out of our mind.
Addicts. Addicted.
I am an addict, addicted to the addiction. I want to want. I need to need. I love to love and sometimes adore to hate. I ambrace my inner insanity, kiss her with all I have and keep her close by my side. It is an exit, a door that gives to a world that connect us all.
The imaginary.
Oh, how I love addictions.
One of the thing I love the most about writing, beside the power of creating that attract us all, writers or not, is the after effects.
That satisfaction that fills us at the end of every word, every sentence, and that joy that invade our mind at the end of each page. We all are, in our own way, addicts. We are addicted to creating, and there is no cure. Nothing. We are dommed for the eternity, because, such feelings do not die.
We are damned.
And how good does it feels! There is no place for doubts, as you create another story. There is no regrets after giving birth to another caracter, all out of our mind.
Addicts. Addicted.
I am an addict, addicted to the addiction. I want to want. I need to need. I love to love and sometimes adore to hate. I ambrace my inner insanity, kiss her with all I have and keep her close by my side. It is an exit, a door that gives to a world that connect us all.
The imaginary.
Oh, how I love addictions.
