before you, my world lacked saturation. there were no ruby flavors, amethyst kisses or cerulean undertones. there were only the infinite existing shades in between soft white and callous black. you were the acrylic i never knew i needed; happily welcoming me into a realm of hues and iridescence the first time you handed me those sunshine pills. you dipped a technicolor brush in afremov's brilliant mind and introduced me to the spectrum of color, and i happily became your canvas.

my eyes are stinging.
my head is spinning.
my ears are ringing.

salty water droplets trip over their own edges in fierce desperation; each crystalline tear doing its best in trying to win this pathetic race of obsolescence and misery. they're tumbling relentlessly from the small holes by the inner corners of my eye sockets; yet i'm still smiling ear to ear like the world isn't taunting me. one small inhalation and i'm already way up high on a cloud of pungent smoke; slowly drifting away. i'm reaching a halcyonic shore of peaceful oblivion and distant promises; yet i still feel so alone.

my body is swinging.
my senses are missing.
my heart is sinning.

the surrealist within me is finally starting to understand that this game isn't meant to be won. i can't even seem to feel my own skin anymore—or anything at all, really. it's strange... despite all of this nonsense, i never notice that my rosy cheeks are drowning in floods of my own despair. i never realize that you're the one who ends up giving my tears all those fundamental reasons to exist. nothing makes sense to me anymore. i just want to forget about the rest of the world tonight. please, let me forget.

my mind is tripping.
my lips are grinning.
my soul is sinking.