whats happening? the status: unknown
waiting for the phone to bring upon news of good nor bad but ease to my carnival ride known as my mind.
my sleep longing to be disproven by the angry ring paradoxing the call longed for of news bliss and calmed mental image of substantial importance.
is my dream weaver ok?
is worry unnecessary?
is all well?
are hard times creeping up?
am i a fool to worry?
is this the start of my future or the crumbling of my present?
will the host of my dreams and desires be fine?
will she look at me with the same beautiful eyes if the disasterous worrying in my mind may arise?
my only hope right now: that worrying may soon end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem