“It doesn’t make me crazy if i talk to myself,
I am simply in a relationship with my words.
Maybe i ate delicious cookie,and trying not to tempt myself to step on the scale as a painful proof of it.
So i’ll burn extra calories talking it out loud , cos i do not have to schedule time for it,
Words are always available for me .
the words are most important and precious posesion of mine.”
I am having the most fun conversation with my double language pal, key board, again.
The words of my own language poured out of me ,knowing that very few people would understand it.
So i happily typed my sentence , that happen to have meaning of my dreamy sad side of inspiration,
and next i know i was bursting in laughter . The translation i got was literary the most silliest nonsense of a day.
My poem turned into bunch of hard truth reflection in trying to have order ,or reason of words.
In the end ,i wrote about delicious cookie i had with my first coffee.
We do not need a reason, just a pure inspiration as simple as this silly game with my pal, key board.
How many of you, sad people,
wasting your days,
and wondering who did she smiled at?
How does that feeling of running away from yourselves last that long?
Why don’t you, big head, your fake concern,
turn in your pity,
and seek for help?
Don’t you have tiring job to do ,
instead hurtful words to say?
Why don’t you see that those open mouths
could get a bit wider and bit you back?
You’re so same!.
Oh, she knows you all!
Haven’t you hear that she smile still
and the path of her life brighten with a sunrise?
Haven’t you changed colors in your faces ,