intoxicating.

For you are the worth in my soul. The price they bore, that made me broke. And broke me whole. Intoxicated by how you look at me, when freshly I don't know you. I look to you and I am not merely amazed. I look to you and I find the intoxicating desires I have been longing for this whole existence. Exposed to the ravens and crows, my beating drum is broken, there are holes inside. And there is nothing left in my tank. I have nothing left to offer the broken, for I am one of them. I want to trust again, but I am afraid of the operatic thunder storms which did brew behind me. Are they gone forever? Are they gone for good? Will they return again and will that damned raven steal my soul again? These questions are limitless, there are no answers for me here. The pondering and desires find their way back home. I want to get lost in you. I want to breathe into my parched lungs again. Are you the one I can trust? Be awakened my soul. Do not be broken no more.