The diary is one of the places where I get to be my self.
Is a warm place, full of silence.
And…
also abysmal.
Necessary abysmal.
Where I can stay at the required temperature…
Sometimes there is only nothingness, then I have no words.
But then… beats anything around me
(about the pictures: there is always something lurking…)
I never imagined that this rather intimate diary, were to be read by many people and these people were so generous, so positive towards my writing … so I want to say thank you. hopefully I can be really useful. that makes me very happy. Thanks again for taking your time to look kindly small corner of my diary …