Our paths meet only to move away from each other
But the meeting is not without meaning
the paths having their own will
much like the self
we meet only to depart our separate ways
meet to cherish the moments spent together
spent to give meaning to our existence
as separate beings
the sun stays where it has always been
but we move away from its warmth
into the coolness of the night
the fresh and translucent night
the night, which is the keeper of our secrets
secrets from ourselves more
than from the world we inhabit
we live
we live
you live
i live
but why and for what and whom
the eternal search for answers
to questions that we are too scared to ask
scared
Oh! so scared
for if we face the questions
won't we be facing ourselves
completely exposed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem