My poetic translation
*NOTE* im using he as a non gender specific thingy so just to let you know i say "he" im not a sexist its just a letter shorter that she so its for time and conveinence.

I am forever swimming around, amidst this ocean world we call home( the ocean is my home) . My limbs grow weak and weary as my eyes drift skyward in defeat ( ima not no longer strong enough to go on only dream of it) . I remember how warm the earth felt, as I lived and breathed next to her beating heart ( Memories are the only comfort i have) . I remember enough to keep searching through an ocean of tears, raised to astronomical depths ( I search for a reason for myself *NOTE* reffering to himself as an ocean of tears* )
. My dreams offer solace, where I return to distant, faded times ( life sucks only my dreams confort me ) . Through trees entwined with cool autumn air, my sorrow is lured by fragrant, bittersweet memories ( the only good things was the happiness that lead to the pain) . I am at home as much as my world and consciousness allow ( he is at peace when hissurroundings allow him to be) . I remember falling into the most beautiful lake I've ever experienced ( it was a time of happiness and bliss) . She swallowed me whole, like a droplet, and I was enraptured and enwombed within her bliss (best time of my life) . The lonely windswept desert sky of my soul was filled by her luminous stars and warmed by her sunlit radiance ( I was completed) . I gazed downward in awe and saw it all reflected in the shimmering ripples dancing and playing about the surface ( it was all that and bucket of wings ). It appeared to me as real as the very wonders it was reflecting. I stepped forward to prove to no one and everyone that they were, by belief ( ??wanted to prove they existed??) . For an aching instant I was betwixt the two and the summation ( pulled in both directions) . Confusion befell me and I fell through, only to realize I hadn't entered the lake, I had left it (i went into the light and realized that that i had actually gon from the light) . With all of my remaining life I howled at the heavens and collapsed, like a star on the shores of my youth, as my life's breath wandered away from the home it had harbored ( i cursed the heavens and my childhood (innocence) went by in a flurry). I have been drowning on dry land ever since.( i have been trapped and dieing ever since) I lay there, coital ( dont know what coital is supposed to mean but the definition REALLY doesnt fit) , for heaven knows how long. I felt eons ebb and flow in the spans of seconds life went by in a blur). I lived as intently as I could in those endless instants, as the boredom of -after- droned on and on ( bored for ever ) . The fires of my heart grew dim and became only the faintest embers of the roaring blaze they had once been my spirit was dieing) . My limbs, heavy with the weight of the world, protested i tied to fight it) . I felt the longing of this life which slowly began to ease the agony in my heart ( he saw a reason to live). As I was gradually nursed back to health, knowledge of record and history tried desperately to fill the yawning, nauseous chasm of my soul (??). I began to know the deadpan search for freedom and forgetfulness, and I released the hold on my life ( letting myself die now i see the futileness of life). Though it still lurched, pained, in front of me, I just stared back with tired, vacant eyes as if watching the most fascinating of nothing (it hurt like hell but i did it anyways because it was to tiresome to go on) . My mind drifted, only to be slammed back reluctantly, repeatedly, and painfully by those I vaguely remember knowing, as if from a different life and age ( my life flashed before my eyestrying to keep me alive) . I try, in vain, to forgive and forget myself as I paste on those plaster smiles and strain to look levelly ( i smile and nod but not really paying attention) . I remember ( i remember). I forget (i forget). I forget again (??). I remember less ( i remember less). I am saddened at the thought that I have forgotten ( hes sad he forgot the memories). I am not who I used to be ( hes changed). Though it pained me so, I was never so real as those lonely, lost times of my undoing ( he was only as real as his memories that he had aforgoten wich no longer exist) . I am torn asunder at the thought of losing forever that, which has changed my life eternally, and that which I fear in the depths of my soul will never be again (i will never be the same not even my soul wioll remain). That, which has gifted me with more pain than I have ever known in all of my lives or all of the lives that I know through my own. ( it has given enough pain for many many lives and i know that from going through it)
Who am I to ask this of you?
( what have you ever done to deserve this burden*NOTE* more like you didnt do anyting to know my pain and now it is your burden or, you shouldnt have read this now my pain is your worry its not a real question)


** I did not write this but the translations are mine the original writing is from a game called Morrowind it was found in a bottle outside the coast of dagon fel ummm the you can see the orginal topic it was from here http://boards.gamefaqs.com/gfaqs/genmessage.php?board=915084&topic=26433627