Lately I feel, or full, should I say,
satiated,
complete.
But I'm not.
I wanted peace, but it's, oh, so quiet.
My heart doesn't move, and keeps a longing.
But longing... how?
if there is nothing to hold on to? or to miss.
My feelings and mind keeps clear,
I don't feel lonely!
But I can't feel which part,
I'm sure I'm missing a part?
Should I try to find it?
Do I know how it looks?
what is it?
I think, I feel, I shouldn't try to pry on it.
I won't come unscathed from that search.
I'm afraid to say or feel,
by the short of what I felt.
My feelings are drawing borders on a night sky,
in which I'd like to fall,
even thought is just a mere sketch of what
my feeling drew.
But still I wouldn't mind
fall on such endless night.
You may be waiting on the dawn,
of the light that makes you see,
feel and breathe.
I wanted to breathe the air,
that you didn't want to keep,
I'd like to breath such air.
Should we take turns?
Would you let me try?
Water your roots,
you'll grow.
I'll water them
should I take them close?
