My All.

All I want is

for this feeling to stay

An addiction more sour than the beer you drink
A high higher than the smoke I light

All I want is

to run away

with you into the wild

with no end in sight

All I want is

to sway 

you are the sweet cold wind in my hair

you are the harsh frostbite

All I want is

to get lost

in your arms

and never find a way out

All I want is

to be amused and amazed

with your thought

that never leaves my mind

All I want is

to be inspired

by your reason

by your treason

All I want is

for you to be

my excuse
my blame

my excitement
my disappointment
All I want is
to be crazy
for you
with you

It's all about you

It's only about you

and

I don’t want to

I never want to

Stop

Loving

You.

Revelry of the different kind. Our kind.

I think sometimes we just revel in our misery. We find shelter in our grief. Because sometimes it becomes so much a part of our lives that we cannot wish it away. And it becomes our friend, the dark mysterious friend no one else knows about.

Cheers to us, my friend. We have come a long way.
(P.S. - We just hit a 100th post!)