Eeuwigdurend

Dag na dag
Joeg ik steeds een droom na

met de eindeloze hoop
"Op een dag, zul je van mij zijn."


Please excuse my ridiculously awful Dutch.

Coslorgaí

Tá daoine a shiúlann ináe saolta agus shiúlann amach astu go luath

Tá daoine a fhanann ar feadh tamaill

Agus fágann siad rianta a gcos ar àr gcroíthe

Agus casann ár n-anamacha port nua go deo deo.

Why

Forlorn

Go for a walk, babe
I'll wait here, singing sad songs
promise you'll come back.

Discombobulated

Focusing on anything seems borderline impossible

when every one of my thoughts

can somehow be linked to you.

Why do I over-think so much?

Féileacán

Perhaps it's rather foolish of me,

chasing after butterflies like you.

For a butterfly cannot be tamed;

it cannot provide me with shelter

nor can it caress my skin.

No.

A butterfly is simply meant for what it is:

a multicoloured insignia of a fleeting and alluring infatuation.

Silence

"Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say."

said Mitch Albom.

But he did not mention

the horror

of the things we wish but do not hear.