I Got Off on the Thought of You

I got off on the thought of you-

or maybe the idea.

Curiosity killed the cat

and simultaneously 

the emotions inside of me too.

Now-

I just crave the feeling;

the peak,

the rush,

the adrenaline...

I hunt it down like some feral fucking animal in search of it’s next victim.

I’m reckless.

I 

am

chaos.

Are you there still?

It’s dark down here.

Sometimes when I’m driving late at night I close my eyes for a few seconds.

It makes my heart beat a little harder,

my body a bit more tense.

In a good way.

Don’t close your eyes too.