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After all, there are the stars and sky which gives me peace. I am a person of passion. I was meant to write poetry and read. I never gave a second thought to reading. It came naturally. I was meant to listen to the stories. It makes me happy.
If we talk about my dreams, I want to travel. I want to wander on an empty road of an unknown country, bare feet, without any thought. I want to sit there and look at the stars as if nothing else matters. I want to feel the breeze passing through the air as if I am a part of it. I want to hold a sunflower in my hand as if it is a part of me.
I want to talk about hope, faith and love. I want to be a light to the world. There are words hidden in every part of my body. I want to experience them all.
In the far corner of the world, at 2 am , I want to listen to the melody coming from somewhere. I want to chase that melodious tune. I don’t want to make sense. I was never meant for it. I want it to be passionate. At 2am, I want to listen to the stories of people. I want to vent out with them and after venting out, I want to dance to the mad songs.
The beauty of the moon is often talked about. I want to talk about the beauty of the dark sky, how it makes the stars and moon look beautiful. How it fills the empty space. The voids are often filled by void, maybe? I want to talk about this selfless act. I want to talk about everyone who helps other people selflessly.
I want to heal the broken hearts