My Addiction

I need this solitude

i am addicted to it.

Here i float in this Smokey blue sky

floating through dimensions

drifting away from reality

not towards space nor dimensions

nor to the unknown

not knowing how it will all end

i try not to worry

as my feet is no where on the ground

i try to throw the worry away

it falls down to earth and shatters

away into a million pieces

and i look on as they all float away.

leave behind the factors

that bind me to reality,

the emotions and flow.

what is real? i ask

if the concept of belief is taken away

who am i? i ask

if the I in me is taken away.

i let these questions fly

i smile as they fly

but for now

i need this solitude

to float away

to just fly away.

i need this solitude

It is my addiction