A thousand thoughts at any given time, all scattered across my mind's canvas
Insurmountable urges, my eyes on everything that matters to me, a hundred things missed

An unstructured set of thoughts, where whatever wants to leave will do so when given the freedom
An aimless row of creativity, where I paint whatever I desire because there's only so much to go around

I'm dancing with death's lover, it's a different version of me
Addiction to intimacy, as it rubs me the right way
When I leave in the pursuit of what I love, how much of what I've always had will I part ways with?

…And many such cases, as I can only express all that's available to me in the white space that's left