Where do I go when I disappear
When my memory fails
When my eyes are blank though wide as a cold winters full moon;
Just as all-seeing and unfeeling.
Who am I when my mind is overflowing and empty simultaneously.
When im separated from all but the essentials,
The ability to breathe and talk,
though not necessarily anything sensible,
Able to think somewhat but fractional compared to normal;
An offline laptop.
Watching without seeing.
Breathing without living.
Existing without feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Jodie. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.