Having drunk the dregs of Your Love, I am intoxicated beyond recognition. Now, I only pray for the nearness of You so I may advance in my annihilation.

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

Intoxicate me with the beauty and breath of your soul.Leave such imprints on my heart that you come to me in dreams,and I will leave you with eternal light,cherishing you until the end of time through synchronicity, through poetry, through mystery and undeniable energy.

When love intoxicates your heart, it is difficult for your soul to remain sober.

Is it odd, my love, that I envy others who have not met you for the intoxication they have yet to experience? Is it odd that I wish to witness you with new eyes so I may have the pleasure of falling for you all over again? I am grateful, so grateful, for knowing the meaning of your various sighs. For being the cause of your ecstatic cries. But, if only for a moment, I wish to let you fall out of my hands so that I may catch you again. You, my love, are the oddity. You are my exception.

An over-indulgence of anything, even something as pure as water, can intoxicate.