my life is tainted with black and white.
only a television from the old times could see.
my heart throbs by the sounds of warmth
i wish the painful sounds of screaming would go away
would burst away, the uneasy headaches the awful language
spoken in front of me.
i only want to be cared and watched over.
but that could only happen in a fairy tail.
to be the wind, caressing freely through the skys
watching over many others. that have felt the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem