Creeping along, bringing an energy to everything I do
when writing.
Stopping for no one, living and breathing words every
second, listening to rhythms of my own creation.
Blissfully anticipating thoughts coming to the surface
of my mind, rearranging neurons and synapses within my
brain, taking strides in all directions of imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem