More than anything else that life may offer me as the new year approaches, I desire rain and gloom, choking on the scent of secretion from plants as the rain showers-a strangely unpleasant reward.
I desire light emitted in its warmth, embracing me in its rays as the room accommodates me in its space.
The creak of wood as bare feet grace its ageing surface.
The gentle caress of intentionally, creatively, and emotionally articulated sentences as I supine staring at the wonders of the night sky.
The comfort of another that does not need removal, for they are laconic with their words but intentional with their meaning. I desire a reality engulfed by serenity.