The attachement, the security, the hope, when so much seems lost. All that is irrevocably gone. Where was the warning? Where was the hint of what would happen? Now it’s too late – it seems. Read more

Loneliness – I feel this dull loneliness. A melancholic echo – a bitter dreaming. Surrounded by people and yet alone. Read more

I still want to dream. I still let myself dream – when I wake up, I won’t go back to sleep. Read more

You touch me as light as a feather with your words, your thoughts, your laughter. Read more