Hollowing out a space in a new forest of my own, stretching and sketching it's adversity into a new plain for settling within it.
Stepping quietly into the abyss of unreality, not speaking to another soul about it, just keeping it to myself to avoid any recriminations from others.
Finding that I'm enjoying it here more than facing reality, deciding that maybe I'd rather stay here and never come out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem