Laying there.
On something that doesn't stood still.
Looking up.
There I see something, better than neon lights.
Letting go.
Everything that drowning me into infinite depths.
Catching on.
The sound of nature that I been neglected for so long.
Lying Still.
Cause I don't feel any pain anymore.
Singing loud.
Cause I don't need to care anymore.
Breathing in.
I am not suffocated by guilt anymore.
Floating on.
Across the misty sea to the place where heaven awaits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
soooooo powerful and spirited