Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder

And maybe tonight in feasting I'll inhale the flavors of my meal and exhale colors in the wind I have not been chosen beyond our understanding, it just is It’s the quiet that scares me so I'm a puppeteer of the shadows Dancing near the light source to feed my lonely I breathe this naturally Another dimension Another time More laughter I'm pacing and spinning Yelling and singing I'm in control until the arch of my feet gets weak from chasing the muse my bed becomes And I'm tired In prayer I lay The only air left to breathe is the regret of wasting the day It was never us Just me filling the spaces of those I want to love They are not here now They cant share this with me I'm only weak It's only me