I’ve never needed more direction than tonight
I've never been weakened to the pulp
to actually give up the fight
I thought I understood the secret language
spoken to me dizzy and hanging by a dusty white line
but I get overly attached to that idea
Dear god, I hope I’m not as alone as I write
Let me find one that drives me this insane
And One I drive
Wise and Mad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words/image wraps itself around a life; a depth that is felt when I have felt less than whole. Thank you. Q