Flying kites in the dark

Oh my weird craving
I wonder what's your origin
Why you want me to fly kites
In night as dark as a nocturnal delight
I see the analogy from my life
Even in my dark sad times
I look for pleasure and adrenalin
Just like those flying kites
I can't even see my emotional pleasures
That I feel in my dark space within
But I can feel the kites
From the thread that I hold them with
Just like I can feel the dark pleasure
From the poems that I write them with
I hope the birds and the aeroplanes
see the kites fly in the sky
Just like I hope you invisible
and probably never to happen readers
Read them
And feel my pain and pleasure in them..