Asking for butterfly’s proboscis, seeking for liquid of sweetness.
Making me cherish the wink of the past, my childhood memory.
Pulling me into the cloud of fantasy, where there is inner peace.
Guiding me towards the path of giggles, chuckles and laughter.
Holding my bare hands, so tight as if no one could ever dare to take me away from you.
Pouring me liquid of vision into my blurry pair of eyes.
Whispering into my ears with words of inspiration.
Radiating positivity that contradicts the negative
Burning the hay of depression that suffocates me.
Wrapping your arms around me absorbing all the doubt and uncertainty.
But I was, and am blind.
But I was and am deaf.
But I couldn’t speak.
Love, is that you?
Pain, are you breaking up with me?
Happiness, can you embrace me?
Appreciation, come to me.