I want to disintegrate,

disappear or just break up into thousands of particles.

Like rain, I want to land on earth 

wearing no parachute.

Just the wind and 

The telltale of my own adventures and adversaries. 

I want to live in clouds.

In the beautiful and calming abode 

of hazy cotton lands.

To rest and sleep and bask 

in its softness. 

I want to fly, to soar and bank 

and glide throughout the infinite sky.

To overcome with giddiness 

and to live life to the fullest. 

I want to cherish, preserve and make out the most 

of each moment in my life.

To relish and revel in all the beauty gems,

scattered in my sorry excuse of a life. 

I just want to sing and dance.

To lose myself in the infinitesimal song of the universe.

While shivering in its phantom winds 

And growing content in its debauchery and sin.