that can express my experience,
neither in my mother tongue,
nor in any other language I know.
So I pick the dictionary,
read a classic trying to steal some words
I need to take my thoughts out
Maybe I should paint
The canvas stairs blank at me
we have the most perfect conversation
but canvas is free,
yet from my colors
and brush strokes
Maybe I should sing
But I caught a cold
From the rain yesterday
So I go to sleep
And instead choose the dream
Over reality
And all that I experience
Encircle my soul
With a two light feather
I let them go