Impatient I am, but patient enough to go through seeds of frustration.
Poetic as how words could slip off from my lips; I am and always, a silent listener.
With all ills cast upon me; my heart could still accomodate spaces for givers.
I speak not of any spoken language, but through the eyes that never lie.
The absence of my form differs the presence of my thoughts and desire.
In darkness, I could feel light; when both eyes are closed, you're my sight.
Like Io, I am always here, there and everywhere.
<3
Poetic as how words could slip off from my lips; I am and always, a silent listener.
With all ills cast upon me; my heart could still accomodate spaces for givers.
I speak not of any spoken language, but through the eyes that never lie.
The absence of my form differs the presence of my thoughts and desire.
In darkness, I could feel light; when both eyes are closed, you're my sight.
Like Io, I am always here, there and everywhere.
<3
