I have a passion for passion, it seems. I'm in love with that spark, that little burst of emotions you feel when you're into something you really like. That is the drug I seek. To allow myself to get swept up in the sweetest, most delicious psychosis ever possible. The possibilities! The potential! The pure unfiltered marcotic joy of something new and amazing.
Nothing sets it off for me like people do. I don't just mean romantic/sexual intrests either, it can be totally platonic. I just want to drink them in, saturate my senses with whatever energy they will allow me. With guys I like, I become particularily demented. I've had to work real hard over the year to build up enough of facade so that I don't collaspe into a quivering mound of jello.
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