Whenever I'm obsessed with something I feel so grateful to be alive. I live it, I breath it, and I view the world through my obsession. Whatever becomes between me and it is simply a halt till I can continue doing what I crave. Be that something a person, or an activity I enjoy. 


The last few months I've been an artist. When time allows it I'll paint, draw or learn different techniques. I feel as though I'm one of the few able to see the beauty of our world. The skies, the rivers, the trees. I've made such great improvements in such a short time. It truly feels amazing, and I actually feel very proud of my artwork. 


It feels like I've found myself in this. Like this is who I am meant to be, but there is a side of me who's seen this happen before. Seen the obsessions grow stronger and stronger, only to abruptly die out. On days when the world feels bleak, my passion disappears, and the void it left is filled with harmful behaviors.


Whenever a passions takes over I feel so whole. I feel deep, lovable and interesting. When there's nothing to occupy me, it's the complete opposite.