Knowing

Its become this obsession that I cant seem to control. Knowing. Why do I need to know? Its really none of my business however accessible the information may be.

Its like stepping on a snail with bare feet and you cant help but look at the slimy carnage all over the bottom of your feet after the hair raising crunch even though you know it will make you gag and run to the nearest patch of grass to get the goo off. You see it coming and you cant stop yourself even though after that horrid experience you promise yourself that from here on out you will look where your going or you will no longer walk in bear feet during snail season.

But here I am no socks, no shoes and its snail season.


Nena