Poem Thingy…

This Poem (or whatever it is) is translated from norwegian to english…
So bear with me if it isnt that good…
(Thank you Google translate)

 

There is a loneliness that sits in your stomach.
It makes you weak and strong and unavailable.
I think what you think:
They are beside us yet far away .
Everyone speaks a different language and follows a different rhythm.
I feel what you feel : Nowhere is home.
You are not alone being alone…