hello you

a_part_of_me

It’s funny how I only turn to you when I have nowhere else to go. As for when any other substance no longer stimulates me enough to keep my sanity in check, you’re my exit. In a way you’re a God to me. I don’t want to be dependent on anything, to say the least, dependent on you. But this feeling is so reoccurring, that I’m afraid it’s not temporary. Perhaps it’s a part of me that I will have to learn how to embrace. Question is, can I? 

my_divine_order

 
So you look for patterns. try and make sense of things. 
In hope of some divine order. 
And you look in books. and songs. and dust and dirt.
The things that you read for symbols, points and swirls that match your own.