It is my wish that one day

I will have bloomed to revel in me.

When I can say with all certainty that

I have grown to love silence

And the seismic melody of its void.

I have grown to love isolation

All the nooks and knots if it's roots.

I have grown to love my mind,

And it's long and endless corridors.

I have grown to love,

The entirety of my soul

And the rain comes with its storms.