I am thirsty for your love that even in times you choose to ignore me, I'd deliberately reach for you just to quench my thirst.
And when I reach for you, I am putting myself on a thousand cuts for you are already out of my reach.
Out of my reach that no matter how far I try to extend my arms, blindedly searching for any bit of you, I hold nothing but the wall between us.
It clouds my mind and there is nothing I can do but await for you to come home and quench this thirst of mine.
Are you coming home?














