Starry-eyed, passionate at will... The urge to make things happen, By not knowing if I will. Life came across next to hell... That's when I learnt a name, to spell. "Prescription to my anxieties. River to the ocean of thoughts. Abstract in nature. Camaraderie between me and my heart. Hallowed morals. Inner-child, who keeps her sort." . . . I started breathing YOU evenly... By knowing that, Someday... We would be getting apart. Lost moron, maybe... That is what I was...!!! I could've resist myself... But, YOU were being YOU... With glimpses of, Your heart-clenching grins...!!! I knew!