The absolute impulse to go away
Opposite of happiness, opposing happiness
But which that finds
Peace and content in moving.
Broken and surprisingly becoming
One from many pieces
Things that might never happen
Like finding someone with whom to speak
Leaving an aftertaste
Bittersweet like a cup of liquor tea.
Run away with a prostitute?
I think that day has gone by.
Reality and then switching to dreams.
To hear intently to what the heart just said...
And asking it, what is it
It says..
Really....its nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem