I stand at the edge of a fascination too vast.
A truth that overwhelms my thoughts.
It is no passing curiosity.
It is a sweet surrender,
and I have become a willing captive.
I consume every fragment,
every pattern, every possibility.
Captivated by this singular, burning light.
A beautiful insanity that sharpens desire.
A burning fire through the heavy, silent night.
A bolt of lightning that continuously strikes.
Through this devotion, the world is no longer fixed.
A single glance can bend the rules,
and turn the world into a wild, romantic dream.
It brings light to every dark corner.
The reckless courage of believing
the future can still be rewritten,
when hope finds a voice,
the impossible finally nods,
and dreams are born into light.