God... It seems like all of this is only just a dream,
An endless, undying configuration of everything I’ve seen,
All my life,
All the years,
All bundled up to seem…
Like a realistic portraying of what I want to be,
But I’m falling flat onto my face
Right into the ground,
Breaking all my teeth and gums...
No pieces to be found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem