I breathed each drop of you Off my finger tips off the palm of my hand Each breath a whiff of fresh I breathed and I breathed ever more Until the last drop ran out I smiled, satiated Knowing I will get no more.
I think its when I read this poem that I at least unconsciously began to realize the obsessive nature in me. I cling to people like a leech and if I am pulled out, i get breathless and I start sweating and gradually, little by little perish away.
Like management gurus and philosophers say, realizing something is half the part to correction(or something on those lines). SO yeah, I chose to not be the leech. I am going to do things my way and not let anything or anyone be my reason to be happy except my own self! I will have a symbiotic relationship with everybody!
Its a monday morning people, I am allowed to be grouchy right!
P.S- I just realized that there is a movie by the same name.