... it was simply wider
for me
i was like a pebble
falling to the
ocean floor of
the Surigao
trench
...it made me lonelier
it made me think of you
that room was a night
of long sleeplessness
the following morning
my eye sockets deepen
like a black hole of
my self
made universe
i am still looking for myself
and i am
afraid
i have not found it still
someone is talking
and writing and i do not recognize
it
it is strange and it seems to be
the truest of my
lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem