The more I understand about human beings ... The more I can sympathize the breathers How deep is the apprehension, now? I am tired of swinging happiness like a swing. Sometimes, the understanding you tossed up didn’t fall back. “The best way to live is living face up to the worst things” It’s ok not to believe. I understand … Just because I know how to do math and finger counting, I can’t go back to the town, I tried not to think of. Hair’s grown longer, while playing house on my back… It would be great, if there has been a distinct casual laughter… It would be great, if there has been a warm, verdant fantasy… We still have to be crafting the statues of wolves with rabbit’s hand, as long as we are facing up agasint the masks. Need to dissect some of these quietness lying beneath the street light. Isn’t craving super contagious??? I sat alone in the guest book of starving for long The more I understand human beings … The more I sympathize with the breathers. Thet Twe 15 June 2011 Translated by Moriarty Devine Original poem: thettwe.me/my-writings/364
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 08:39:02 +0000
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