Myriad

Heat.
Burning fire.

Losing control.

Lost in echoes of word and deed and mind.

Too insane, too happy, too kind.

Out of darkness, I beseech you.

In those depths, I cannot reach you.

Let it happen.

Let it die.

Because you need to
Set yourself adrift.

Not for freedom.

Not for peace.

But because you can.


Because you must.


Because if you don't, everything you ever cared about or believed in, or thought to be true... would just vanish.

And disappear.


Forever.