We write to share our loneliness...

[evalangui]

I live in translation, I breathe in a language

my heart doesn't speak, I love in a language

the world around me cannot understand

and I try, day by day, to make sense of the mix

of the things I need to understand

and the things I can't help but understand

and the things I love truly and without question

and the things I only love after an explanation

I live in translation, it's not just a language barrier

but a barrier made of things I know about but do not understand

things that make sense when explained but that do not resonate

things I see every day and still feel foreign, strange, not mine

I live in translation because I cannot live in any other way,

I will always live in translation in a way or another way

and I know that this makes me different and makes me suffer

but the languages in my mind are more mine, more intense, better,

than happiness.

Happiness is just a state, these tongues I speak and think and dream in...

are what I am.