'One day'

And one day, I'll tell you about these souls I've touched,
Touched, where my hands couldn't.
I'll tell you about the places I've travelled,
Travelled, where my mind couldn't.

I'll tell you about the mornings, I didn't want to wake up,
And the nights I didn't want to slip in.

I'll tell you about those days that went like  droughts,
And the times petrichor smelled like my thoughts.

I'll tell you about the dreams I shattered myself after knowing the reality,
And the aspirations I still carry within, to change this actuality.

I'll tell you about the death I want to face,
And slowly embrace the journey and its beauty I did trace.

And one day, I'll reveal these stories,
In a hope that they'll be your memories.