I’m wishing for a swift and quick escape
Now, now, I want that now…!
Not in dreams, not to hallucinate
Only 2 weeks, that’s what I vow
Hoping that upon my return
I’d stop running from my darkness
I’d stop being cold & grim
I’d stop being stupid & dim
I’d stop frowning, fretting, complaining
… crawling, creeping, crying
… and so on and so forth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is ok..to be normal..it is ok..to be a woman..it is ok...to be the sky..it is just...ok...ok...iip