We all love to tell a story… some of us are bold… some of us need inspiration… and to addiction hold… to give us an insight… into those things that we have missed… a hidden clue… a long lost love… a vision of being true… we all love to tell a story… embroider of our past’s… fiction, fact or fantasy… of which we hope will last… if not in a reality… then at least in our minds… and thus with our addictions… an audience we find… who will consider… or at best show an interest… to that thing that has a hold of us… yet we see not the mess… of our illusions… or deceptions of our minds… and thus with constant repetitiveness… our stories we refine…