Feeling rather...
Moodless.
Not an emptiness,
With attitude.
Or a loneliness dipped,
In preferred solitude.
It's one of those...
'I've-got-nothing-on-my-mind',
To find disturbing that gets on my nerves...
Type of uncommitted moodlessness feelings felt.
And don't get me wrong...
I am not complaining at all.
I'm trying to remember what got me here.
And how I can get it to stay a while longer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem