I find it funny whenever I need to have that extra emotion, I get it whenever I pass by you. I am stripped off my shield but I take it all in and still beg for more; as if it’s the only time I’m able to feel something I’ve always wanted but can never have.
It comes with a bittersweet reaction though. I look up and the stars tell me to cut it short. They ask me what’s the point of putting myself in such misery. I stare blindly, I refuse to understand. I am unfazed.
It’s the only fix I have in order to stay in place. I grab every chance even if I feel empty after. Rather than be wrapped up somewhere else, I choose to be consumed; and f*ck does it consume me.
