I won't go, I won't sleep

I can't breathe until you're resting here with me.

It's so so quiet. Not the music in my ears but the stillness around me. I am slowly folding up, hiding myself from the world and it feels so clean and pure. Of course, I went out last night and I shall be going out tomorrow, but there is still quiet time and I like it. I love it.
It is mysterious and enticing, alluring even, to be doing what I want so much. Usually I am doing what everybody else wants but not now.

I just have to be careful that these candlelit hours don't lead to a downward spiral.