Exercising intellect, giving it a workout, now wanting only
to think and write after all the hours spent in talking and
creating designs and intelligent formations of information.
Wanting to quiet that part of my brain where communication
has been carried on way to long as far as I'm concerned.
Writing is a preferred mode of relating to the world around
me, speaking and talking is unfamiliar and I don't really
like doing it too often.
Always touching upon intellect in a quiet silence that suits
me just fine in my little life as a poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem