Looking it so closely, like a detective,
Looking it so deeply, like thousand year old menu script,
Looking it so curiously, like a little boy.
Looking at it so passionately, like a lover.
I keep running around it, like I am in a maze,
Surrounded with history, of people without face.
I jump, and I hop, in a hope that it will get better,
But mystery is within it, my curiosity chained me in that matter.
I am a monster, and that’s my diet.
I am a dragon, and that’s my knight.
I am that ship, on brinks of wrecking, and that’s my light house.
With it, I am rich as a king, without it, I am as poor as church mouse.
Your the only constant in my life,
The livings were variable,
You are the only one, who understands me,
My friends make me miserable.
I am passionate about your every curve and cover.
The smell and the touch,
The words and stories,
The feeling and emotions,
I am drowning in it so much.
I wanna be lost in it,
In the land of adventure,
In beautiful fairy tale,
Or fight with furious monster.
The writer in me get envious,
But I learned for the best,
To be the Victorias.