Habits
A habit
enters your front door,
arriving
first as a
guest, then soon becoming
a good and welcome friend. One day,
you
invite him
to stay. Then, as need
grows, you sell
him your
house and he
starts to charge you rent.
Rents soar, but you are willing to pay.
And
you pay and
pay and pay. Finally,
he just
says, "Get out!"
And suddenly you
are homeless -- pure desperation...
The crying
out of a voiceless
sound
with-
out an ear to hear
it.
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