mad, bad and dangerous to know

"What if we're overcome by a feeling? It's a feeling we cannot explain. And where would that feeling lead us if we acted on it?" 

If there are windows to sublime perception in all of us, I feel as though there has been one left open within me, filling me with an unruly draft I cannot locate the origin of. I am a bound specter haunting the architecturely confusing structure of my being. THe colors of someone's dreams made film flickered across my face as I watched in the dark. The way he touched her, the way he taught her. Still, I wait in the spires of my own metaphysical prison, Yearning for someone mad, bad and dangerous to know.