SHALL WE ALL HAVE TRUE GLEE?

Suddenly my thoughts  invited me

My expectations  paved path for me

I came out of words,

I came out of sentences,

I came out of grammars

I came out, I came out…

One has said that he was a critic

I got away from him

One has said that he was an analyst

I have distanced him

I am scared of commentaries

I am worried of conclusions

I came out of pages

I came out of books

I came out of languages

I got on to grammars-less beauty

I got on to sentences-less flavor

I got on to words-less sense

I am in the expression

I am in the impression

I drove myself beyond narrations

I surpassed sentiments and reached emotions

I dwell along with myself in aesthetics

Will you all be with me?

Shall we all have  true glee??