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Oh my weird craving,
I wonder what's your origin.
Why do you want me to fly kites,
In night as dark as a nocturnal delight!
I see the analogy from my life.
Even in my dark sad times,
I look for pleasure and adrenaline.
Just like those invisible flying kites,
I can't even see my emotional pleasures,
That I feel in my dark space within.
But I can feel the kites,
From the thread that I hold them with,
Just like I can feel the dark pleasure,
From the poems that I write them with.
I hope the birds and the aeroplanes,
see the kites flying in the sky.
Just like I hope you invisible
and probably never to happen readers
Read them.
And feel my pain and pleasure in them..