Focus

Focus… both friend and foe.

There are few sweeter pleasures in life than partaking in passionately engaged concentration.

Falling into the depths of a project.
Forgetting time exists in a virtual world.
Seeing through the pages of another.
The touch of one so desired.
The numbing distraction of pain.

Yet, when that concentration becomes focused on something you’d rather forget….
There are few such formidable foes.

At what point do you stop being part of the narrative and simply become an observer?

At what point do you stop simply being an observer and become part of the narrative?