A constant phantasmagoria full of dreams

I continuously think about that vision of loveliness 

More and more knots arise in my stomach, so much that it hurts

Inability to focus on anything other than the perfect ecstasy 

It’s so excessive, it makes me want to lacerate as my heart becomes heavier and lighter simultaneously 

Hopelessly, inherent muddle that just won’t stop filling my head 

So much, I just want to puke it all out

Yet, It will just come out as utter muddled thinking combined in an intertwined mess

Why even continue to struggle, just to untangle this twisted state that I deeply find myself in?

Succumbing to those feverish, haze filled daydreams is just more blissful regardless.