I never had the will to follow a drunk man's random steps, but then again there's nothing young in their walk.
I never felt my heart smiling at the laughter of a child, but then again their voice is too acute.
I never felt the urge to savor a drop of honey, but then again its flavor is so sweet and not salty (although its color is perfect).
I never felt complete while looking at this scorching sky, but then again this shade of blue is not enough.
I never liked the orange of this sunset much, but then again I could never unzip it and reveal something even more beautiful beneath it.
I never had the desire to comb this golden sand, but then again it feels so rough and withered to the touch.
I never felt interest in caressing the whiskers of a cat, but then again it's not really whiskers that I seek (actually, what really are those?)
I never wanted to touch the fire that heats this desert night, but then again it's pleasure and not pain that I expect from a person's fire.
I never knew so many parts of you were all around me, but all scattered, dead and imcomplete, they are not you.
The desert where I live has no life. You are life, yours and mine.
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