'Do I have another one in me today? '
I ask myself.
I suddenly take over this screen
and every second that goes by,
black lines take over the white.
These words are my language.
Sometimes I guess only I can interpret it,
but most of the time I'm sure it is fine.
Really I don't care either way,
because I am still going to write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You don't need to worry about what others might think....I gave you a 10. Good write!