Polarize me.

Good night sweet prince. Wake up to find out what took your castle away.

Life throws at you whatever it feels it should. You are a canvas. You are a flak jacket. You are a blank page.

It's your trap.
It's your fault.
It's your addiction.

You wish for perfection. And you find perfection boring. You wish for happiness. And you find that there is no happiness without it's polar opposite.

It's your pressure.
It's your carelessness.
It's your addiction.

I wish for a constant. But all I find that is constant is this motion. I wish for warmth. And you find there is no warmth without it's polar opposite.

I wish for you. God, I wish for you.