Mein Kopf denkt in verschidene Sprach und keine Welt kann alles verstehen.2
I linger over sketch poetry and the bitter love taste of illegal cigarettes, unsure about distant hearts finally re-encountered face to face.3
Half of me longs for sidewalk-burned azure skies,'
the other for hazed mountain backdrops.4
[This makes sleep impossible because I know they'll never mix.]5
Und was soll ich denn jetzt tun? Es gibt kein rigtiges Antwort. Mein Hertz wohnt immer urgendwo ganz weit weg, egal wo ich bin.6
Is there even a real solution?
Instict doubts this.7
I'm finding myself noticing the tiny details, and they're all connected to emotions I recognize, but am unable to explain.8
Notes:
So for anyone who can't understand my rambling, I've been living as an exchange student in Germany for the past 9 1/2 months and will be going home to South Texas in just a few more weeks. Not as easy as I thought it would be, because where is "home" now exactly?
Oh, and the German is randomly thrown in there because my head really does think bilingually these days and none of this was edited at all.
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