Remember that sonnet I told you about?

Blooming Realities (spark of something)
It's the beautiful symphony of us
Paradise of dreams I fall asleep to
My secret insurgency that I trust
Despite attempt, I fiend for something new.
Put of my plans for a little phone call
the Karma Police must be after me
A little voice in my head, "you will fall"
We're dangerous, chaotic and obsene.
I know this feel, the fading in and out
of conciousness and you and this love.
I have a question, what are we about?
And does it matter what we become of?
I want to hear your melancholy thoughts
Before they dissapear and all is lost.