Can you hear this?
It’s different from everything else.
For days have no lengths, no ground, no sadness.
Sadness seems overrated; fears quiet in their sockets.
Whatever it is, I can’t tell.
No ideals, no ideas, thoughts colorful.
But you can’t hear it, can you?
I’d be surprised to be proved otherwise.
It’s not like music, it’s not like laughter.
It’s way better.
Can your thoughts conceive anything better than music and laughter altogether?
No, neither can mine.
This is different from anything else.
But you have to want it,
You have desire it with every fiber of your being,
You have to beg.
It is deep within.
And you can’t conjure it by yourself.
It is senseless to live otherwise.
Just think…
Music and laughter are within,
You get no cuts, a few bruises and no fear.
Senses won’t be numb anymore.
They will be every bit alive as your best dreams.
If you don’t want it, you can’t have it.
Yes, that easy.
Can’t you guess?
Maybe, you’ll try;
Maybe you’ll live.
