I Crave Life.
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I crave life.
I crave your presence.
So close, yet so far away.
Not mine to touch
in this precious moment,
yet, there you are.
I crave joy
through self-inflicted pain,
through daydreams,
through not occurring possibilities.
I crave life in the city.
The breathing under
glittering streetlights at night.
My wandering amongst empty crowds,
the embracing of
architectural madness.
I crave nature.
How its green lush-ness
fills the vast spaces of my heart.
How my thoughts drift
towards unknown shores on ocean’s waves,
how I exhale on a mountaintop,
just above the ancient waterfalls
I crave sugar
from your sweet lips,
from a flower’s nectar
from the last bit
of dark coverture.
I crave salt.
From my tears.
from salt and vinegar chips.
From the ocean.
I crave approval
In the form of virtual likes,
through a compliment
given by a blood relation,
in the look of a stranger.
I crave creativity.
Its turmoil.
Its structure.
Its wildness.
I crave clothes
My favorite pair of jeans,
so many stories held
secretly in its fabric.
My red Converse.
My never-matching socks.
I crave me.
My beautiful mind.
My outburst of creativity.
My sense of justice.
I crave darkness.
The roaming wide space
of nothingness,
its closeness to death
its unkept promises.
I crave the thought
of being a mother,
its slowly fading
endless hopes,
the long-gone miscarriage,
the singing of silent lullabies.
I crave magic.
The power of a wand.
Its ever-present miracles,
its spells and potions.
I crave perfection.
Its mistaken importance.
Its unrealistic expectations.
Its blindfolded judgment.
I crave sleep.
the endless
stream of dreams.
The insomnia.
The warmth of peacefulness
when I finally drift off.
I crave breathing.
Its rhythm.
Its breathtaking agony.
Its release.
I crave mirrors.
How I feel depending
on what I choose to see.
How I sense my truthful reality
hiding behind my own reflection.
How I notice the round shape
with sharp edges.
I crave my family.
Their laughter.
Their love.
Their judgment
and inflicted pain.
I crave my friends.
Our socializing, virtual and real.
Our superficial depth.
Our time growing together.
I crave words.
The ever-changing meaning.
The sudden visit
of a new language at 3 am.
The misunderstandings.
I crave love.
The electrical storm
just before this kiss.
Your strength.
Your softness.
I crave my emotional ebb and flow,
The morning’s joyful dance,
The night’s raging sadness,
How I am forever
folding and unfolding,
I crave my tender heart.
Its fiercely loving core.
Its soft edges.
Its big iron fence.
I crave colors.
A rainbow’s spectrum.
The dance of dark clouds
just before the storm arrives.
The ocean’s blue
at the first breath of dawn.
I crave adventure.
The unknown opportunities.
The challenges.
The confronting confusion.
I crave my tiny little comfort zone.
Its safety and knowledge.
Its apparent loving embrace.
I crave unhealthy habits.
The sweet surrender.
The satisfaction.
This short moment
of complete bliss.
I crave guilt.
Its knowledge.
Its intuition.
Its need for
permanent improvement.
I crave my inner wildness.
The authentic sparkles.
The walk outs.
The newly found
ability to say No.
I crave my conformity.
The kindness.
The reasoning.
The pearls and
even the white shirt.
I crave weirdness.
Its authenticity.
Its loudly spoken truth.
Its freedom.
I crave dragons and unicorns.
From all possible adventures.
From words breathing
the fierce fire of my heart.
From my soul’s knowing
of their existence.
I crave life.
Its loudness.
Its silence.
Its darkness
and its light.
Pull me out from inside.
I want to feel it all.
Drink it all.
Not one drop wasted.
I crave life.
My thirst is unstillable.
Most of all, I crave my love for it.
My courageous heart will roam this space
until its final breath.
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