I often find myself running away from nothing. I think it's perfectly clear I am drowning in nothing but pure emotion. I dream of the moment I can open my eyes and not be afraid. I  dream of the moment love isn't quite like morphine, and a time I don't find myself Thirsty for that addiction. My lips feel rusted from Lost kisses I no longer feel. I dream of this illusion that we become sinless and complete, that I am healed. In a world that goes out of focus when your lips meet mine