Euphoria stings open wounds. It’s not for the faint of heart. It’s a calling and unraveling, until you fall apart. I allow myself to travel these halls and unwind at the seams. All your glory, for which it seems. Trapped in a dream and there’s no turning back. I have one wit left to sail the raging seas. If one is enough, I can make weather the storm. The storm I brought before me, before I was born. I’ve never met a match that can outwit my words…sinking down into the pits of hell and splitting into thirds. Depth scares me to no end. But it’s all I have ever searched for, even in pretend. It’s an emotional affair, this much I know is true. But still, it goes much deeper down, into great big blue.