As A Force Of Sanity

It's funny, I think of her as a force of sanity where others are clearly insane. I must tell her that sometime, if I ever do. It's a strange feeling really. I just wish there were more people like her. It's a funny set of circumstances. And I wish the void would suck me into her. She's nobody's but her own. The traded identity I could've been had I not sunk to the lows of everybody else. A true love often betrayed. She feeds me a new world in graphic detail. A brighter hope, and that of the future. A new design.

I think of her as a force of sanity where others are clearly insane. Put my mind to rest, ease me into a better state of conciousness. If that's what love is? What kind of focus is this?