Where My Happymess Lies.

We explode shards of radiant sparks that light up the velvet sky tonight. And try as I might, I can't ignore this gravitational pull.

Fill The Air.

Dreams swirling in my head, curl over my senses. They remind me of the need for answers burning in my eyes, but we shy away as if we're terrified of the electricity flashing between us. And I promise, there's a merry chaos in my head. It comes and goes like everything else. My head is weary and my limbs feel heavy. I'm strangling beneath this weight.

But anyway, what's the difference? Maybe it's just the heat pounding in my head.