Here’s what I say to obsessions.
As long as they’re harmless, they should stay.
Anything that provokes joy should be welcomed, I think.
Which is why I don’t mind my happy insanity.
I become focussed on one thing or another, and my heart stays there.
My brain says, “Oh, why don’t we move onto something productive?”
And my heart says, “Not a chance, I’m comfortable here.”
And so I’ve decided to stay until my heart decides otherwise.
Who am I to compromise my heart’s comfort
It works hard, if it wants to relax on the beach of odd fancies, I may as well let it.
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