Caged

Whilst I live among the logical, I find my routine tediously lethal. 
I crave for Art.
I crave for The Undefined.
I yearn for the mysteries, the colours, the hues, the emotions. 
I yearn to be awestruck and dazed. 
I want to gravitate towards something that pulls my eyeballs out their sockets. 
I want to be left speechless; with love and admiration. 
I want to appreciate raw beauty, grappling thoughts, selfless deeds, sad masterpieces, an incomplete sculpture. 
I want to admire the rough, dry yet passionate hands of a painter, of a sculptor, of a writer.
I want to touch the Mirage of Art that is this World. 
I want to dissolve into its shades and become a part, a legacy of it.