What is better to lay in the hiding place
daydreaming about all the beautiful things…
things, that could be?
Laying on the ground watching the clouds dance
They dance in the sky by the music of nature.
A butterfly touching his nose
The bees sing and dance with the flowers.
The hiding place is the only place where this kind of beauty exists.
Here he can talk to the voices…or play with them.
They can all forget ….for a short moment.
Here he doesn’t think about the bad things that will happen when he returns
Or about the fear nor the pain.
Here he is free and for a moment all of this only belongs to him,
the birds, the clouds and the music….
(old writings: July 25 1981 – age 15/16)