I hanker for dusk, for the stars of the night.
The full moon
I yearn for the summer cloud, to be by myself
I want it all turned down, the volume knob on life
Serenity is all I want, a clear mind.
The realm of my own
I want free, I want out.
I want to close my eyes and see the stars and the moon and the sky
I want to sit at the bank of the ocean and stare at its peculiar nature, I just want to swim with the shoal and breathe in its essence
I want to clean off the fog off my eyes, I want to see better
I want to stay here and stare into tranguil’s eyes for life
I need to get away from life
I want to shut down and descend into silence. Slowly.
For my brain to be empty and clean and white
I want not to know soot; I just want to run myself into a washing machine for a minute
For the permanent curved lips, and the forever shining eyes
I want to float around and give hi fives to angels
I want a paradise, where my body can be stroked by the blooming flowers, where grass has no snakes and the lions are friendly
I want to take a picture with the tiger and frame it on my chest
I want the world a bay
I just want tranguility.