Moments of isolation take over this mind, wanting nothing
in life but to be left alone.
Just writing in a deep contemplation, not seeing, hearing
or saying a thing.
Being particularly lonely, not minding at all, only being
filled with expectations and anticipation instead.
Such a sensory perceptive mood and attitude that takes
over my being completely, loving it explicitly.
A transformation of sorts interiorly, shifting experiences
I've been through to another dimension and corner of life.
Beautiful and serene, taking me away from the tension and
frustration of this earthly life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem