I would give up all I have
to gain something intangible.
The world is so beautiful
and reason so optional.

My brain itches, my skin's abuzz.
Serotonin on the blink again; this familiar, aching nostalgia.
Sometimes I think I like this (how insane).

My mind sees things:
Awe-inspiring, thought-provoking things;
Mortal things, and things' otherwise;
Things you would see differently,
Perhaps things you would fear;

But I am only trying
to comprehend