Float into nothingness.
No sadness to consume.
No happiness to overwhelm.
No fear to overcome.
No heartbreaks to face.
No need to remind myself to move on.
No norms to conform to.
TIME, stopped.
REALITY, bent; and
WILL, just waiting to happen.
A place where everything's twisted even for a while..
Dreamland, sleepy heads.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem