The word flow, is the perfect word
to describe the way my emotions run.
Deeper than the blood in my veins,
but stronger than the motion of an ocean wave.
To me life is chaotic, but saine.
We can't realy have controll over what comes out.
We just speak in the moment of what we feel.
Noone ever understanding what's been revealed.
Confusing yet frustrating, how do you deal?
If everything is sealed, how can you yeild?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem