I learned how to live hand in hand with my intricacy
For there was a time I felt lonely and misunderstood
Now I know it is wasteful attempting to be fathomed
And subduing your spirit just to end up bitterly unheard

Sometimes you have to touch the lowest point
Face failure and despondency
To wake up from that fairytale dream
And start breathing the present
With smart yet eagerly childish eyes

Dreams

Dreams play with your desires
and enact the perfect plot.
They make you hibernate
and transiently leave your truth to rot.

I am a light wave struggling against a tornado
All this rage and tranquility within me
Trying to live peacefully side by side
Having plenty to say but uncapable of finding the right words
So I drown myself in confusing thoughts
Unable to put them down and store away forever

My mind has a tendency
To shelter amidst the dark

A volte mi fermo
A riflettere sulla fortuna che mi ha portato questa vita
E a quante bellezze hanno assistito i miei occhi
Giovani e palpitanti
E ogni volta che viene nominata una terra che ho già esplorato a fondo
Sento il cuore accelerare il ritmo

E a pensare che non è la mia terra
Ma forse un po’ mia lo è diventata

Lost within the clouds
Tears mutate into mizzle
Swifts playing about

(My first Haiku!)

I nurture great respect for silence
Eventually it blooms into honesty

When I listen to music
It’s as if I could feel the weight of the notes
Breaking through the earphones
And soothingly reaching my toes
After lulling my whole anatomy

(This poem is about my favorite music genre, post-rock, which is also my biggest inspiration.)

I spend my life collecting languages
And loving them with all my soul
I think there’s nothing in the world as fascinating
As the embracement of all that is diverse