blue roses and red daffodils
nothing makes sence any more
my life has turned upside down
and im not sure I want it to go back to normal
what is this thing called normal?
and why do people fear being different so much?
bleeding water and crying blood
am I even sane any more?
if im not' what is sane?
so that I may try to achive it?
nothing makes sence any more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah....nothing or should I say anthing doesn't make zero sence these days, but I don't want it to change, i love the feeling that for once weird or individuallity is 'in'.