Slowly tripping through life, not caring where it leads
right now.
Just sitting back, relaxing, writing, filling this mind
with the expertise of details all around me.
Letting them get settled so they can be fitted into the
poetry that I will now begin to write.
Lazily picking up a pen, opening my poetry journal and
letting thoughts flow while waiting for my soulmate to
Skype me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem