I'm an addict, my weak mind succumbed by the allurement of sadness. A strong emotion with enough power to fill me up with something. A starved stomach craves the feeling of being full. And I've never been a picky eater.
You cannot frame the oceans waves. Forever changing, vibrant blue -- ever-changing into deeper shades of understanding. A never changing struggle between the sand and the water. I am the ocean -- blue.
A glitch, changing certainty into turmoil. Myriad of thoughts that unhinge doors. The lines of sanity are blurred, Bridges are falling, stranding me. The ice is thinning, And I'm alone, Pretending to skate.