I have a lot to feel,
but I never know where to put it-
that feeling of desire
longing
for something else,
while remaining only to yourself.

I have a lot of emotions,
but I never know where to put them.
I leave them where I can
in those who feel not
nor see anything.
In those or that which groupe coldly inviting
as if sharing the memory of a forgotten burden.
Placed in nowhere but in an empty knot,
in a forgettable tree.
Blankly peering into the world
with glossed over eyes.