The panic attack puts me right into a dream everything screams familiar but looks very different now like 1983's version of 2015.
I hear imaginary people's jealously cuz there not the center of attention.
there is an inner voice that tells me I don't deserve this...
tonight, euphoric alertness penetrates the taste of a nervous universe.
tonight, good can't be good without the bad.
tonight, blind loyal roses resurrect under the soft concrete.
tonight, nobody can save me from myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think I understand. Thanks, John.