craving
all i want, right now, is to walk into a room, any room, and feel the light reflect off the whites of my eyes. i want to know that my smile is too wide, my laughter too shrill, my speech too rapid to be real. i want to feel that rush, that out-of-control fever, that comes with walking on air. i want to feel loved by the furniture, by the walls, by the clouds of smoke, and nevermind the people. i want to feel loved by the chemicals in my blood.