… They hear less and less! I lie beneath cell depths and like a crusty Pearl of Truth — shards of glass of unspoken Truths tremble in my heart; Doubt also hurts my face, smiles and grimaces! And treading jerks love to tread on my operated leg! My pouring vulnerability freezes in myself, which I still have no experience with, and I can hardly tolerate the fact that the wretched Being loves to rotate the rusty knives that have been cut in me!
 
For he who is stuck in his own way and lacks in fear, because he knows what to do, sins against himself; half-nailed praying eyes also look at the Savior's smiles like the gifted candy-eating snacks of a child! "The petals of my knocking, weak heart may still open for Someone, and I don't have to hide it intentionally if I don't want to escape the incisors of young chicks!"
 
My screaming wit would be good if you could unleash it with devotional understanding Someone: Who else can hear with this stunted world because I have to hide myself: my common sense is still making me careful human survival plans! To survive the ruins of days and to exist even when they are easily forgotten in chips! As a blue pearl, maybe somewhere for me it exists and worries about a blessed human Star!
 
I silently let my things happen to me: I’ve been in emigration for thirty years! It is also impossible to say! I will try to turn my pages so that my conscious Loneliness can be more of a friendly companion - not my vulnerable deserted Loneliness…