I hope To find myself In your happy hallucinations, Where you could gaze At the butterflies inside my stomach Jittering at your sight Fluttering purple kisses, Sometimes teal, or pink… To contrast your inner world Of a thousand shades of grey, To remind you of a world Full of colours, Waiting patiently For your return. I hope To imprint myself On the tapestry of your mind, As a memory That tastes bittersweet, A fine vintage Aged beautifully, Only to be opened On special occasions Of melancholy. To fill your empty chalice With crushed sweet affection Fermented with care. I hope To be your lighthouse, When you lose yourself In the dark forest of doubt, Prowling with uncertainties, Where fear stalks you, Like a voracious predator Staring at your neck… When your mind grabs your hand And takes you To the dark caverns In the recess of your soul, Where your heart starts humming With dissonance To an uncontrollable Off-beat song… I hope To be a warm blanket, When your body Starts going cold, And numb... Quilted with precious memories Of spontaneous happiness, A shield of love, Sheltering Your innocence, Your secret small pleasures, Your resolve To save yourself, From the depth of your own abyss… I hope To be your anchor – Rusted by time, Ravaged by space, But heavy enough To keep you grounded. When your shadow self Pushes you, To float away, Far away, deep Into the gloom of oblivion, Leaving a trail of tears Behind your darkened veil. I hope To be Your first drop of tear. Of joy? Of Sadness? Or sheer Madness? Does it even matter? When the dormant fire inside Burns and rages With passion reignited, When it thaws you out From your icy numbness, When it flows through your veins And drenches the seeds of hope That you sowed yourself From which your happiness Will sprout and shine upon The rest of the world. I hope To be your wings As you unshackle yourself, From yourself, To fly as close to the sun To your heart’s desire. Dive, and twirl, Bathe in the mist of clouds, Swim amidst free birds, With the sweet aftertaste of freedom Lingering in your mouth. As your darkness, From time to time, inevitably, Starts pulling you towards the abyss. I wish to take my place, again, To remind you of your own light, In your happy hallucinations, To find myself, I hope…

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