I Am An Addict (edited)

I am an addict.
My drug of choice decadent but common.
Makes it so, so easy to feed the need.

I shoot directly into my eyes, straight to my brain
And into my soul.
Then I am flying to parts yet unknown to me..
Paris, Rome, Constantinople, Katmandu.

Although almost every corner harbors a pusher, pushing what I crave.
I travel over the river and through the wood,
To my dealers house I go.

Twitching and shaking my hands itching to grab my prize.
Into his house of wonderment I trip.
My eyes take in his wares..
Red, yellow, blue, green.
Their colors a most welcome assault.
My nostrils flare as I breathe them in.

I grab what I want, what I HAVE TO HAVE.
Make my way to his side and shove my crumpled bills
in his direction.
He smiles a knowing smile.
I know the same drug flows in his veins.

Clutching my prize to my chest
I make my way to my van.
Now the real test.
Can I do it?
Can I make it home?
Or do I sit in my vehicle and lose time as I chase the moon?

But I do.
I make it, speeding all the way.
Home.
I lock the door, pull the shades.
Turn off the ringer and switch on the lights.
Do....Not.....Disturb.
It's go time.

Settling into my favorite chair.
I allow an eager smile.
I push up my sleeves and pull out my purchase with shaking hands.
The vessel makes a pleasant crack and rustle as I open it and......
Begin to read.

Oh yes, I am an addict.
My vice the written word.