I am blank but i have plans to write,
I cannot say and speak i just feel something,
I literally cannot describe as i am ahead,
Lines and context are not flowing well now.
There is no reason to think because i need flow,
I desperately want to write in order to feel light,
I am almost done but still i am blank in heart as well,
Stop writing this is it i am not doing it anymore anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem