This is a quest.

I taste ecstasy everytime your laughter and your breathtaking giggles in between words fill my ears and my body. The past few days I have devoted myself to finding myself but all I have seen at every corner, every turn, every place, awake and dreaming is you, your beautiful smile and those tender hands carrying excessive burden.  You get out of the circle of limits you've created for ourselves once in a while, and that time is my festival, my heaven, my 14th of august, my fourth of july, my new year, my forever and beyond. Everytime I pass through a mirror, may it be in the middle of the night amidst nothing, or in the middle of the day amidst all the rush and everything else in a shopping mall, I see fractions of you lingering through me somewhere. I never thought I'd use the word 'soulmate' for a person, but now I use it because it really does mean something. I am not alone, ever, and maybe that is the reason I enjoy solitude so much. You know the kind of songs that

I'm destruction. I dive deeper into the abyss for reasons not understandable to human minds. I am chaos. She's the order within me. As she paces closer to me, as her breathing turns into a melody for my ears, I warn her, I'm not the person she thinks I am. There's no coming back from this. I'll absorb her. I'll trap her heart and enclose it in my own and it's not an easy place to escape from. I'll hold her in my arms and she wouldn't want to bulge from there. It'd be addictive, I warn her. She's a player of her own and goes along just like every catastrophic love story of the world has ever went on on the basis of raw craziness and pure insanity. I guess that's who we are.