Scratch Note, 2019

O, inner eye!

There is a feeling of wandering around,
There is an unbearable longing
There are times that cannot be separated,
There is rain crying, and
There are wishes stored.

From which side you will see, when all eyes are not visible ...

On the one hand, do not want all this to happen because the sky will not betray the earth.

But imagination continues to play and roam like a mother weasel that departs through the dark night.

But who would have thought, we are often fragile and fascinated by the sparkling of life.

This is an inner eye that you don't need to know, because the sharp dagger will hack into your stomach, old friend.
2019