There’s no difference between me and anyone else
Only I don’t have a shadow
It was eaten by expectations
Like the moths that gnaw holes
The inevitable steps
I will…I might…maybe…silence
Wet feet and esteem down the drain
Sometimes I think I might look for my shadow
Sometimes I think I might run away too
So many words, thoughts at cross corners
Quality is missing in the flow and judder
Love was missing between each other
In one direction, maybe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem