You

I wonder how long it would take for the sky to swallow me whole.  A ride among these clouds seem as though it would last forever.  Just me and the blue above my head.  It's better than the one below, asking me to drown in emotions without a name.  Perhaps if I swim.  Perhaps if I tread these tears, they will lead me to you.  They call it obsession, complete focus on a single entity that if I not be careful could simply become nothing more than smoke before my eyes.  They forget that it is you who have kept me here, you who have kept me breathing.