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To be unalienated,
To walk into a room and have no conversation cease,
To become what it is to be;
What it is to breathe and to feel it breathe. 
To be part of a piece,
To drink fire and to spit,
To imagine that your imaginary world is all rather thrilling,
And that it is wonderful to be alone.
To not miss a thing you have not had.
For there to be life behind your eyes again,
The whites to be white,
The deepest blue in the pitch of the ocean are shrill. 
To merely turn your head and become a photograph,
To smile a smile that comes naturally;
And find that it is magical,
To find that it lightens the depths. 
To let loose the words about your mind,
And find that they piece together in time,
To see the interest run across strangers eyes,
To be the one any one might wish to stand beside.
 

To be what you've always dreamt you would turn out to be.