It sits where silence thickens,
between the breath and the breaking.
A claw in the chest,
not pain exactly,
but a slow gnawing
that refuses to name itself.
You speak,
but the words collapse
before they reach the air.
......
Het zit waar de stilte dik wordt,
tussen de adem en het breken.
Een klauw in de borst,
niet precies pijn,
maar traag knagen
dat weigert zichzelf te benoemen.
Je spreekt,
maar de woorden storten in
voordat ze de lucht raken.
......
Sie sitzt dort,wo das Schweigen schwer wird,
zwischen dem Atemzug und dem Zerbrechen.
Eine Klaue in der Brust,
kein Schmerz im eigentlichen Sinne,
sondern ein langsames Nagen,
das sich weigert,einen Namen zu tragen.
Du sprichts,
doch die Worte zerfallen,
bevor sie die Luft erreichen.
......
it never came with conclusion as how the night took its time to raise a sunshine
to survive in the wild makes no sense for such a young wolf
to be part of a pack , to learn how to defend , avoid danger , hunt — crushed hares , bison , and moose
much more to be close to them all
blood dripping all the way to my mom’s home
at heightened peril of death , all lone and numb from hunger
wandering through unknown terrain , limping , some bones broken
no such scheme in mind for how the high spirits turned way upside down
to ponder why it unfolded just as it did
......
It breaks my heart to see you cry
An empty bottle and a letter to yourself
It breaks my heart to see you cry
To hold you is to be at home
Slowly but surely you are coming back to life
To hold you is to be at home
No-one knows what you mean
As it doesn't mean anything but to me
......
Sie sitzt dort,wo das Schweigen schwer wird,
zwischen dem Atemzug und dem Zerbrechen.
Eine Klaue in der Brust,
kein Schmerz im eigentlichen Sinne,
sondern ein langsames Nagen,
das sich weigert,einen Namen zu tragen.
Du sprichts,
doch die Worte zerfallen,
bevor sie die Luft erreichen.
......
Het zit waar de stilte dik wordt,
tussen de adem en het breken.
Een klauw in de borst,
niet precies pijn,
maar traag knagen
dat weigert zichzelf te benoemen.
Je spreekt,
maar de woorden storten in
voordat ze de lucht raken.
......
It sits where silence thickens,
between the breath and the breaking.
A claw in the chest,
not pain exactly,
but a slow gnawing
that refuses to name itself.
You speak,
but the words collapse
before they reach the air.
......
poor girl keeps getting haunted
deep in mind , she’ll done be screaming
all words rushed down throat
throughout left and above , nothing made sense
jostled yet stayed
pinned up against all crosses ;
she’ll be living solely in delusion
fantasy at twenties , be fearless they say ,
here in square-tinted blue room
one knees bent crying it all-out confines of
......
it never came with conclusion as how the night took its time to raise a sunshine
to survive in the wild makes no sense for such a young wolf
to be part of a pack , to learn how to defend , avoid danger , hunt — crushed hares , bison , and moose
much more to be close to them all
blood dripping all the way to my mom’s home
at heightened peril of death , all lone and numb from hunger
wandering through unknown terrain , limping , some bones broken
no such scheme in mind for how the high spirits turned way upside down
to ponder why it unfolded just as it did
......