...i just wish i could...

It is not good enough to have powerful overflows
Where emotions (thanks to their fluidity) flow
Flow through my pen; and i cant stop.
Just cant stop 'em...anyhow.
They take shapes, I hate to face,
Faces I hate to look at, numbers i fear to count.
Days that just do not pass,
Time that refuses to change,
Success to which I remain
As oblivious as always...
Failure, staring at me with a smile.
I'm no loser. I'm sure of that.
Just a bit thirsty; the thirst that is ever incresing
And i do not know how to quench it.
So i come to you, with the vessel that I am
To fill it up with the seas and the shores...
I shall wait untill it comes down, crawling through my cheeks
And flooding the oceans.
Flooding enough to wash me away...
I wish I could draw the face of tears, of rain, of the ocean...