Desire

I wrote this poem with a deep desire to help out a friend. He wasn't the kind who'd open up, simply because of what life has brought to him. Nonetheless, his being withdrawn didn't stop me.

Today I yearn to talk to somebody. 

Not in a romantic sense. Oh no. 

I want to talk to that person and discuss things that make him/her human:

Mistakes.

Achievements.

Regrets.

Hopes and Dreams.

Fears.

Wishes.

I want to learn from him or her.

I want to step inside his or her shoes, and, even if it is for a fleeting moment,

Become that person.

I want to see thru their eyes.

Sense thru their hands.

Perceive and understand the world thru their Soul

Even if it is just for a few moments.

Most people would desire to become another person,

Not in his or her entirety, but only the parts that they would like to have:

A beautiful face.

A supreme intellect.

An eye-catching physique.

But they do not want the other, more deeper parts:

The scars of yesterday.

The mundanity of the present.

The uncertainty of the future.

I cannot blame them.

For I myself also yearn these things sometimes.

But slowly, in my own pace,

I am teaching myself

That to Desire is Human,

and it doesn't really matter what you Desire,

Because one thing remains certain:

Our Souls are always changing,

and to Desire means that Your Soul is growing.

-LEFTaruc. 08/06/2015.