You are a dream being sucked into the abyss of nightmares, waiting to be chosen…

You are the patience of a child waiting to be born.

You are envy looking down spitefully on everyone, waiting for a time to strike.

You are joy, dancing playfully around, sprinkling smiles on to peoples’ faces, spinning sadness into happiness.

You are beauty, swaying all around people, touching them undetectably yet emotionally.

You are the impossibility of a river, flowing slowly, creeping through every nook and cranny and into gaping holes.

You are blood, pouring throughout the body, leaving a sour taste in the mouth.

You are the feeling of a cactus, sometimes prickly, sometimes smooth, as painful yet surprising as unexpected needles.

You are the screech of a bird, as though someone had plunged a sword into its feeble body, as blood pours out.

You are the view of a lifetime, more beautiful than a rose unfolding its petals into the moonlight, shimmering beneath the night sky.