The things I want are those which can not be bought.
I wish I couldn't speak or hear, just see.
No room for error of my words, and no room for intake of theirs.
Simplicity in its entirety.
Wholey a sanctuary rather than that which is holier than thou.
A life that allows me to feel alive rather than plagued.
A sense of freedom that can't be tampered.
Obliviously glorious.
Unaware of that which serves to pain humanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
error is human - thanks for sharing