eighty.

in response to.

"What's wrong? If I may ask..."

"i just want to be."

"Well, I'm not sure what you mean exactly but I hope you can be..."

*steps outside of me*

i want to be everything positive that i think.

i want to be the sunrise when your eyes rise.

i want to be the reason why flowers blossom.

i want to be the songs birds sing outside my window.

i want to be the eye lashes that flutter because they're flattered.

i want to be the butterflies that tango in the stomachs of lovers.

i want to be the body in His armour that stands firm, without fear.

i want to be the headlights that strikes and shakes the deer it meets fright.

i want to be the tune and the melody that is on repeat in your mind.

i want to be the letters, the words, the syllables, the bars and hooks when you rhyme.

i want to be here. right. here. and there when i don't want to be here.

i want to be near. very. near. and far each time i don't want to be near.

i want to be the grip in the palms of love and of love and of love when love touches Love.

i want to be the digits that intertwine when love and love come in the face of Love.

i want to be the image that is permanently stapled to your memory.

i want to be memorized in your mind when i mesmerize your mind.

i want to be the dance that dances so swiftly across the street at night.

i want to be the rhythm that keeps us on beat when we reach our high.

i want to be the key that unlocks the innocent prisoner, that sets them free.
i want to be the tears of joy that roll down their mothers cheek.

i want to be the smile on a sad face.
i want to be the moon on an early day.

i mean what i say when i say i want to be.

i mean every word i say when i think of how and what i want. to. be.

i just want to be.