translation of a diary entry from the northern coast of the black sea.

Translation of a diary entry found in a notebook by northern coast of the Black Sea. 
Anonymous. 
Undated. 


I want to hear truths more than I want to 
Hide my stupidity.
Its the blessing of being born again as a 20 year old. 
It’s the best thing that could have happened to me. 
I can't help but be an idiot 
because I'm just a new born child.

This is the blessing of the descendants 
Of the northern horsemen too. 
They have been born as a hundred 
Something year old culture, 
But their parents have bursted into dust. 
There's not much they can do, as they are, so they write               
Fictions, but not fallacies. 
They’ve invented tales to live into,
A chosen people, an alien language, 
Situated in this planet’s heart 
With an energy that we commonly perceive 
As green.

They once encountered my own 
Brothers and sisters by the Black sea.
They looked at the reflection of the moon at night
The sun in the day in the wealthy waters.
Their origins were cold as the former,
This meeting’s resting point by the water more warm.
They agreed to commemorate their intersection
Through the adoption of midnight
As the word for where they are from, 
Midday as the direction they were heading towards.

My kin then showed them their mountains,
And the horsemen showed them their skill of crossing over, 
Taking their particularly mutated tongues to a region 
Where a category and genealogy didn't exist for them.
                                               
This is all I have wanted to prove. 
And I still cant figure out how to do so elegantly. 

What scares me is coming off not as I mean to 
And as greatly deformed by isolation in my own mind. 
I mean no offense to deep sea fish,
I think they are cool and mystic, 
but wouldn’t you rather I write like a flying fish 
Instead of the creatures that have never seen sunlight? 







The word for north  ≈ night and south ≈ day in Hungarian and Ukrainian (among other Slavic languages), but the Hungarian words bear no resemblance to the Slavic words, except in their meaning.

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