and everything will not longer be a dream.
I would be scared of the eyes which look at me,
I would be scared of myself.
And scared of all the things I don’t know.
And I don’t know:
Is this only me who is screaming for attention?
Or is it more than that..
kort gedichtje, waar volgens mij fouten in staan, wie helpt me ze eruit te halen?

en verder tsja, het kwam er zomaar weer eens uit zeker..?