Every cell calls for it.
My brain screams for it.
It consumes my focus
And so much more.
My hands itch to have it,
To hold it,
Just to know it's there
When I need it.
It becomes my everything
I fall without it
Reality mocks me
With a painful truth.
The suffering without it
Is agonising
No doubt.
But that feeling when it hits
And the world slows down
And my blood stops rushing
And the edge goes
The lights flickef
Something clicks
I hate myself
for using this crutch.
But with it,
I don't run,
I fly.
YOU ARE READING
Crazy
RandomI don't really care... I didn't write for this views. I just wanted to write this somewhere.
