Thirst for life

I have thirst for life,
I want to drink its water,
to drown myself in its taste,
to fill my senses with its power.

But loneliness dries me out,
takes me away from its flow,
fills me with its sadness,
blinds me as an unhappy drunk.

I have thirst for life,
I want to fill myself with its freshness,
to swim within its balm,
to stay within its pleasure.

But sadness hurts me,
burns me with its coldness,
damages me with its sourness,
pushes me away from its glow.

I have thirst for life,
I need its breath,
I wish to inflate myself with its air,
to fly among its breezes.

But melancholy strangles me,
traps me between its arms,
making me die instantly,
denying me its essence of being.