Euphoria

I’m not sure what’s more schizophrenic:

Holding hearts and feeling nothing,

Not holding hands and feeling everything.

Anticipation of craziness,

Boredom of the developing lunatic.

Euphoria meets me halfway.

We’re holding hearts and feeling everything.

Enjoying craziness while developing.

On the verge, but not quite:

You can’t fall forward,

You can’t fall backwards.