Sparks in the Dark

Metaphorically, Physically, Emotionally, Ego.

When my head is in the clouds and floating
And the music is touching my vibrations, manipulating them like oceans across my skin
Metaphorically.
"I feel like I'm gunna die"
"In what way?"
"In every way." Metaphorically I am dying.
Everyday is like a hum-drum, drum drum, I feel like a drug bangs against my chest as my pain ices over like a sickened lake in the winter, fish alive frozen in time underneath.
Metaphorically speaking I am dying, I'm not literally dying, even if technically I am not literally dying, but I am no wear near healthy.
Chasms in my body echoing, the creaking sound of the trees in a quiet hot summer like the sound of my cracking ribs, broken in like a tire swing digging into my arms.
In a literal sense, I am unhealthy, but also very healthy? Not dying at least.
Emotionally I am in a place in my head where the rain doesn't go away, a dark blue sticks to the sky with the eccasional purple creaping across it.
Now this places feels like it lasts forever but it doesn't. I know it goes away. Thats why I stay optimistic. I know it'll pass, and be okay, but I still wanna feel what I'm feeling.
"In what way?" - egotistically.