I strive a lot, sir.
You proved me wrong.
Impossible is to try to fit into the words of my longing to his lips I’ve never kissed before.
And this is the reason why I drink every night,
under the moonlight.
Yes, moonlight sir.
Like he’s lightened my nights with a broken smile which is rested in his face with a desperate hope from two nights ago.
February nights are for who listen their favorite song eyes-closed, sir.
I only close my eyes to see the colors of his love which is the only thing I can admire in this blind world.

Don’t get me wrong, sir.
I am not crazy.
Yet, you should admit that people like us are the only way to find the exit from this center of torture.

Guide me, sir.
I am always craving for more knowledge.
I have plans, sir.
I have a lot to live through.
I want to drink a wine from sixties in front of window facing the Eiffel Tower.
I haven’t even kiss him eyes-closed at midnight on new year's eve.

I want to experience, sir.
I want to experience Italian songs.
I want to experience waterfalls.
I want to experience…
You know what I am talking about, sir. It’s not that hard. Only three letters.

Let me go, sir.
I have the potential to discover the 8th color in the rainbow.
I can fly higher than the sky.