Let's cry together

An addiction: To be

Kick me so the inspiration will spill out of me through my mouth and let me sink into the darkness, so it will float out of my eyes. Let me only be heard, when I say something of value and spare your energy on the gibberish I sometimes speak when drowning in a lake of fears for never being heard again.

Betray me as the first and you will not be the last. Show the way to Hell, and I will believe it goes to Heaven. I will follow your whisper, even in a storm, but only if you whisper, what I would like to hear.

I'm not selfish nor wrong, I'm just in denial; denial of being in denial, I will make the habit so deep, that it will dig a hole from my standpoint to China. When I fall in the hole, gravity will let go of the things in its possession and they will float up to greet me; before they continue their path in the other direction. Gravity will catch me and be my dance partner before letting me hit the ground again. As soon as I hit the ground, I will begin to dig again in my desperation for better words. I will find the wildest beast and tame it, when I know what to say; I will tame it, when I have been in the arms of gravity once more.