Who I’m looking for –
I want a seamstress. Someone to sew my heart into new positions, and mend my aching arms.
I want a chef. Someone to simmer my juices, and slow-bake my soul.
I want a mechanic, too. Someone good at fixing my lips into a smile, and welding my body into new shapes.
I want an Einstein who got dropped on her head, i.e., someone who isn’t afraid to laugh and smile, and yet someone who is intelligent.
I want an undercover operative who can decipher my smile and then slip unseen into my heart, leaving my senses reeling with only a vague remembrance of what was before.
Are you who I want?
Who I am –
I am an explorer, and I will delve into all the dark recesses of the jungles of your mind, searching for whatever undiscovered treasure lies within you.
I am a sailor, and I will navigate through your storms as well as through the smooth open waters that define you.
I am a fast-moving northbound train, because you won’t see me coming when I burst into your heart, forever shattering your preset notions of ‘how life is supposed to be’.
I am a challenger variety puzzle book, and just when you think you have me figured out, you won’t be even able to find the page I’m already on.
I am a bag of potent potpourri, disturbing your senses, leaving you heady and slightly dizzy.
Am I who you’re looking for?