The worst thing

Habits settle in like flies on melted candy. Ready to fill in any empty spaces without a blink of the eye.

Eager to devour the sweetness of the moment even if it is the last thing they do, because habits are not thinking creatures.

They are the reactions of a lifetime no matter how long or short that life is.

Of course habits can be good too, filling in dangerously empty seconds when every second counts, or just maintaining the status quo during the long gray months of winter.

But the worst thing about habits is that they rise from the void, filling the soup with squirming bits of darkness when they might have been lovely drops of creativity.