I come from a different species in mankind.

And that´s why you do not understand me.

Cause I am the one that loves poetry, music and art.

And all of you do not seem to understand that.


And I feel that you always fuck around with me!


And you are all so ironic at my art.

And my paintings.

And my music and my writing.


But I am one of the other ones.

One of the other different species.


That leave something behind.

In this fucking eternity.

And there is so much stuff unraveled.

In my diary’s.

In this our small moment in life.

And people and relativities will read my stuff.

The thousands of them.

Way behind my departure.

And they are stored in so many different places.

At least!

I left something behind me.


Have you?