I am -Skyfyre-

I see... 

A woman, proud, uncompromising,

Diaphanous as air -- less, even, than the tears,

That fall in desolation about her weary feet,

Salt poison pooled upon the withered ground...

(diaphanous=hening)

I want...

A measure of quietude, a certain silence,

The echo of alone which heals me of dreaming,

The nothing that stills the wanting,

The numb, the cold that laughs at pain,

(quietude=ketenangan)

I am

a woman,

hidden...

.

.

.

.

I feel...

Too much -- too deeply to be directionless,

Too real for imagining, and yet the familiar eyes

Hold nothing of recognition -- only my reflection --

A meeting of shadows in sunlit glass

I touch...

The downy wings of hope, in wonder,

In reverence, in need, in hunger,

Alas, it burns my fingers as a flame,

A sacrilege, self-defined

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To be ignorant of one's ignorance is the malady of ignorance

-A. Bronson Alcott-

(malady=penyakit)

p/s : uh-huh, don't do that or I'll do the same. chill yo ;)