This is how "it" began.

Everything I do is like a disease.

One simple action manifests
itself
in the back of my mind.

The feelings of wholeness
and hapiness caused
by that one simple action

make me feel so good
and complete.

I can't get that action out of my head
or the way that it made me feel.

Still ignorant of its evils I
stoop to its wallows,
bend down to reach the bottom
of its pit.

I didn't know,
honest,
what I was doing,

but I had a feeling that it wasn't well.

Even still,
I didn't
know.

It became
commonplace,
my habit
and adiction;

But it began with just one
simple,
innocent,
ignorant action.