It's an ecstasy.

Something that you can't live without,
something that you keep craving for,
something that you keep wanting more.

It's more than a fire, like a hypernova inside of me:
reaching every inch of me, locking my thought, my conscious, my movement….

You're the drug that keeps me awake, sedation that puts me to sleep.
You're the ocean that I'm drowning into, the oxygen that I needed.
You're are the light in my midnight sky.
It's you.

But when I look around, all I see is this haze that slowly suffocating me.
When I turn around, all I can see is you.
The little hope in me grew a little every time I see you.
But when I look around, every things suddenly sinks.

You.
Drugged me into this chaotic world.
I.
Fell so hard for you, it's getting hard to breathe.

It's you.

I see the ghosts of my fallen formers animated before me,
I have yet to meet the stranger who reads me bedtime stories.

Haunting cosmic music lures me from my bed at night,
I feel pink static tickle my brain before I take flight.

I’m not equipped to handle the energy mania bestows upon my mind:
A hypernova blast ripping through my universe, leaving nothing left to find.

The bustling sounds- of what once was- draws me downstairs,
I hear the kettle boiling, the television blaring, the scraping of chairs.

The magical love I feel is compressed, in my chest, into a tiny singularity.
If this is what you call crazy, then I don’t want to come back to reality.