I think, therefore I am.

I think I am delusional sometimes.
I might be suffering from a mental illness.
If romance is an illness, there is no doubt I will die from this disease.

I think I am lonely sometimes.
I might be talking holes through walls.
If conversation is between two, there is fault in finding comfort in ones own head.

I think I am in love sometimes.
I might be kissing souls who disappear.
If a heart dances on the stars, there is paths for worlds to align.