Being unrecognizable to self at times when other people stress
me out, trying to involve me in their particular dramas, not
wanting to be a part of their misery.
Walking away, finding a lonely space for only one, fitting per-
fectly in it, sitting quietly and peacefully in another dimen-
sion alone.
Writing poetry while listening sololy to music that I dearly
love, no interruptions or duress, just this mere poet doing what
I love the most in my own space and measure of time through
rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem