I'm back to my comfort zone
it is an island
inside you where i live
when you look at it
carefully
like a telescope to the star
farthest from you
i am actually outside
everyone
your hands can touch me
but it is only my pair of hands
there is more to my fingers
that drip like rain from a leaking roof
which falls on the floor
and goes down the drain
until it is lost and no one can find it
not even myself who proclaims that
i know much better than anyone else
i am not true and that it is a fact.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem