when will our worlds collide? Not collide in the sense of a quiet stroll in the park...but in the form of total explosive, undeniable, multifaceted chaos.

Blinding lights, screeching sirens, dizzy spells; a form of passion the senses
have lusted for their whole lives.
Exposed to your divine beauty, day and night with be an undefineable continum
...for i will lose track of time all together

Blind to all other elements, your eyes will be my center of gravity.
Your words will be put to life by that deep hum you so graciously protrude will halt
the maladies of even the worst days.
you are the one, but where are you?