Odd

My addiction is not a tangible substance,
But an intoxicating state of mind.
I am not one in a million,
There are many of my kind.
We enjoy the little things,
Because the big things are whores.
We own the night and moon,
Stargazing on earth's floors.
We need consistency,
But spontaneity is a must.
We believe in second chances,
But never do we trust.
We believe in oblivion,
And the void in which we scream.
We get too involved in fiction,
Because reality is a dream.
We find meaning in everything,
From a paperclip to a nightmare.
We are an odd creature,
But human. I swear.