I remember the mornings when my feet didn’t carry me
sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy
in a black and white world
I run to catch my thoughts
I sink and fly in the middle of the stings
numbness is real
at least in this reality
26/11/2017
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Satunnainen teksti
Note!
The poems have currently been translated all the way back to October 2016, others will mostly appear in Finnish. My apologies, the process takes quite a long time with this many poems. I hope you can still enjoy the ones that are translated!
Number of poems still to be translated
- fi 515
Marked
- ⛶ Book 1: Henkäys (71)
- ⛶ haiku (15)
- ⛶ you-poetry series (7)
- ⛶ i-poetry series (6)
- ⛶ naked thought (5)
- ⛶ queer (2)