Curtains being draped over this mind, hiding and
keeping me obscure.
Not letting the world know who I am, preferring
to not be known.
Otherwise I will never have any more peace through-
out this world, no peace would I have again.
Loving the fact that my life is a solo journey that
only I can make.
Sojourn at times, yet happy at the wonder and peace
that fill me constantly and incessantly.
Having such a good time just writing and looking into
the atmospheres of other dimensions and universes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem