I get addicted easily. To words. Woven in a beautiful manner. Crafted as if a part of nature. Sung as is a song from the soul. I get addicted to them. That is not a normal addiction. I think. But there must be other addicts. Its just that its hard to find them. Too hard. I miss some words. Other I have grown accustomed to not existing anymore. Words. I am addicted to them.