I wanna write.
Write the untouched streaks of limitless beauty.
Beauty which allows exploration as long as you are quenched.
To quench the horizons of your thirsts.
I wanna explore
Explore the hidden scars of my beliefs.
Beliefs which are to be mended and replaced for some reasons.
And these replacements cause heavy damage to my stabilized form.
I wanna dive
Dive into the sweetness of those fascinations.
Fascinations which were unreal but were home to my little happiness.
Which made everything to turn up like a living mirage
I wanna live
Live through those live sorrows.
The sorrows which made a million bleed.
The sorrows which screwed them apart in shame.
The unnoticed and unheard griefs of the left out world.