Creature of Habit

Often I wonder,
what I would learn,
if I lived a day as your shadow.
Stricken am I,
far to often for comfort,
by a question simple and plain ~
What is it like to be normal,
to live a life without addiction,
pulling at strings in your brain?

Escapism distilled,
from fantastical abstraction,
forming a dreamscape distraction,
laden with the addictive attraction,
of recurring transation ~

between a creature of habit,
and his inner demon.


About Fredrik Kayser

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2 Responses to Creature of Habit

  1. Fredrik Kayser says:

    Thank you, Josh. Some days are tougher than others, it’s like limbo in which the only sound I hear is the beating of my own pulse against the inside of my skull. It’s not a subtsance addiction in my case, neither is it gambling per se but there are similarities to the gambling type.

  2. Nice Fredrik…nice to read something of your again and if speaking of addiction from personal experience, totally sympathize with the struggle

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