the pain started somewhere.....
i am a fugitive....
in a fugitive
town......
unlike my case,
most fugitives, who lives here or transits in and out...are
numb and foully dulls...
now,
think of everything as words (including what i said)
memories, abstracted ideas, anchors, floating thoughts, stuff
and tell me:
does pain (i mean the pain of words, memories, thoughts and stuff) take one to fear or to anger?
cause, for me, pain is a thought, fear is a word, anger is an empty world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem