I wanna steal the sparkle of the stars.
I wanna fly with the gust.
I wanna lick the mountain peaks.
I wanna see the worst and breathe.
I wanna wipe the tears of the grieved.
I wanna hug the dirtiest realities.
I wanna love the ugliest happenings.
I wanna face the tragic facts straight in the eyes.
I wanna be yours someone due to whom you didn’t give up.
I wanna be a hard to be harmed object, like a shrub.
I wanna live the way that death may not vanish my name.
I hope these are not just my thoughts but a yet to come reality, a fame.
I wanna live this life, the blessing itself at its fullest.
For death is what, to which everyone is destined to often its ways are cruelest.