Expressionless faces on the people around me.
Wordless computers that completely surround me.
When people speak, nothing is said.
All I can do is imagine the words dancing in my head.
When I write on a page, it stays inkless.
Pictureless.
Self expressionless.
That is my world.
Everything is black and white.
Everything is monotone.
Everything is BLANK.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem