I long for things that I cannot possibly express.
I am like a blind girl, running headfirst down a hill, trying to see the light through wide but unseeing eyes. I'll run through the world, but I can't see whats right in front of me.
I am like a deaf girl, sitting quietly with beautiful headphones on my ears. I can imagine what might be coming from them, but what do you imagine sound to seem like in unhearing ears?
I am like a mute girl, reading black ink off the creamy pages of a book, but I can never speak them. Their tones fall flat and lifeless without a voice to say them.
So the darkness and the silence press in on me and I fear I am unable to speak the key to my longing.
Trapped by desire, I long for wondrous things.