Melting into nothing, focusing on primitive emotions; tailgating an emptiness always swimming within, taking me into depths unknown until imagination picks up on them and hurtles me into habitats of my own creation.
Senses totally alive as memories collide and iron out my life in poetry.
Taking time every day, lying in my spirit as my passion unfolds in picturesque words, taken from inner memory screens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem