Me as a Reader

I am an addict.

I have an addiction, a compulsion, a desire, a need. I’m just one block from a street corner and a cardboard sign, begging others to fuel my fire. I wake with a soft numb, a white noise reminding me that the need is there, driving my actions to find more, to bring me closer, to keep the buzz. My mind rushes to my need – in libraries, in book stores, in street signs. I am an addict and I will read ingredient labels to feel the comforting rhythm of the written language.