Your voice, it crawls across my skin,
And I can hear your thoughts igniting.
Our link's distorted by the amplified sensations.
We've been in overdrive too long.

Confusing signals have me craving closeness,
My vision blurs, your colors reach my eardrums, 
And I can almost taste the rhythmic bounce
Of your elusive echo.

You make me wish my life was like a photograph. 
Just you and I, bound by a frame, immortal. 
A perfect moment that's immune to time. 

Now tell me, is this love?
Or just the thickening reverberation of my loneliness?