I hear my thoughts scurry fast across the horizon...
I see how the sun rises but I can not retrace my mind.
For now, it seems that I have no words (not righteously, at least) .
Not even the least.
...The least to say, at all, how I truly feel...
Because time has overlapped inside my head and beneath my bones.
I can not even retrace my steps.
Where have I gone?
I don’t know.
How long have I been this way?
I just discovered that I’ve been.
I can not speak my being because I am left with a single emotion.
An emotion of many emotions and I can not figure it...
For it is only a quivering heartbeat that burrows in my veins,
Afraid to appear as a vulgar scar upon my flesh.
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