addiction

i fear i may die without music.

each note reverberating in my empty ribcage
replacing a rotting heart with acoustics
emotions so strong that it forms a tsunami
crashing the little boat that is my thoughts into pieces.

the chokehold it has on my entire sense of being
is too strong to be considered normal,
because when a song makes you feel like you're on the edge of a cliff or stuck in a dark room or being swept into wind or frozen into a painting,
May God Rest Your Soul.
Believe me when I say there's no going back.

Next, all you're doing is listening to music,
it becomes the backbone of your life,
an irrefutable part of your personality,
(quite literally) the soundtrack of your existence
as a thinking thing.

It's the cocaine to my addict, the insulin to my diabetic, the water to my fish.
I fear - no, I know - it may be all I have when I'm on the top of the highest building with no railing.

i fear i may die without it.