i slip in and out of this state
confused, shaking in my own concious
moving from hot to cold
weak to strong
not knowing the right
not knowing the wrong
i stare blindly into the mirror
'who am i'
i question
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think & feel the same way as you many times. but dose moments dont last forever; it comes back once in a while but it will not last. keep living & try to enjoy lie to the fullest. [ life is short ] -greatt poem btw: D ~ ` Curly ~