Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More I guess: I love the feeling that arises after emotional loss: I guess: it means: to be sentimental - I often write about it in poems - I find it beautiful: but probably: like most exhibitionists: I am not very capable of the deepest feelings. It probably happened to me sometime: when I was seven years old: my mother became ill: and went to Velké Leváre: and: never returned. :The woman: who then: a few months later: sat on the wood: in the garden and smoked: she was no longer her: it was devastating: she didn't come to me right away: she didn't go looking for me: and hugging me - she went to smoke: I had to look for her! ... (in that self-pitying pain is such a wonderful free beauty: that: actually nobody: can't blame me for my poor destruction: at all: oh: I'm not to blame! here is the proof! no! don't ask for anything from me: see: you can't! I'm not responsible!) So: I guess: I am not capable of the highest feelings: my brain can somehow stop it: as a threat and will divert it: to survive: but: suffering greatly disturbs me: and: if anyone should suffer for me: and therefore: I'm good: not because: I'm afraid of my eternal soul: so: even though: I do not believe in God: I'm not allowed everything dear believers: it certainly doesn't open up possibilities for me: how to grab: the largest piece of meat for myself: as if you might think: you my God-fearing rigiders. :To be good: I don't need any thunderous voice from above: you're more primitive in this - forgive me - even if you're very angry about it: because you like to see yourself: as the last highest stage. I guess: since then: when Mom left into the echo: and then: she didn't return from there: but another woman: ever since: I missed her: or: some hungry safe and embracing love: I guess: I've felt like an unloved: and: unwanted child ever since: and: because of this: I tried for a long time to satisfy everyone: and cause: to love me: I guess: I still struggle with it ↑