The Lil Cravings

I crave for simple things. Like the warmth of your presence as I open my eyes. To go out and grab a cup of coffee while we talk of mundanity and philosophy and reality. To cook and eat and fill tummies and hearts. To laze around and make out while the laundry chair piles up. To talk to our Lord and make conversations worth this life and next. To go on and on about how tiring the day was and to listen to you ramble about your experiences of socialising.

I crave for silences amidst journeys and for freedom within expressions. Some roads I crave to take with no one beside me while others along other soul. I crave for simple things like the world to accept that there are galaxies and universes within each soul and one cannot limit anyone. We have never deciphered what a soul is made of and so how does one have the audacity to chain yours or mine. 

I crave to laugh amidst aches and struggles. I crave for another soul that shall be able to accept the vulnerability and intensity I possess. I crave for love. I crave for kindness. To be able to live and die amidst ups and lows knowing very well life goes on and up until the last breath I did live. I crave to carve words that shall speak to a soul or two when in need.