The Taste I Have Never Known

Who needs air contaminated with lack of understanding, sensitivity and creativity ? I prefer to breathe words, emotions fulfilling every inch of their bodies. My soul was lost and I found it in their glances. Those pure eyes reflect everything you yearn. The glass has broken and I am finally home. I stand there all alone, shivering, smiling. Just please, grab my hand and pull me to your side for I need a soul mate, someone who will help me recover my broken wings.