today i shut
the computer.
no facebook
no friendster.
no emails.
no reading.
no writing.
today i shut everything.
i erase adulthood.
i get rid of the past.
no future yet.
just the present.
i go back to being a child.
i like a new beginning.
i am now a seed underneath
the softness of the sub-soil.
humus, death,
anonymity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like going back into the womb.