stop the press, everything a mess

...I need to write.
I need to sleep.
I need to let you know.
Need to let all these emotions out.
Get that load off my chest.
Figure out what's yours and mine.
Get rid of the skeletons and ghosts.
Fall and hit the ground.
See birds flying by, celebrate.
Lie on a merry-go-round and dream.
Careless whispers.
Becoming what we long to be.
Knowing secrets, forgetting pasts.
Being.
Breathing.
Wanting love.
Needing love.
Becoming love.
What can I do?