Sitting here, tossing letter tiles onto the screen in my mind, aligning them according to thoughts for today.
Inciting emotions, pushing them forward and backward, trying to match them with what is being written and placed on the screen as I quickly write all that I see and hear.
A lively conversation going on quietly in my head, taking me into tunnels of expertise before I die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem