A Dream
So warm! The sand caresses my feet, and the sun warms my body. I run forward; the water sparkles, playing with the sun’s bright waves. I don’t want to go back. But I hear footsteps and a voice. A breeze has already touched my hair. I opened my eyes… Windows, walls. Tattered curtains—not drapes. Everything is gone. The castle and the sea are no more. A hospital… and in my eyes—only sorrow. I look out the window, searching for an answer. How hard it is to be sick in summer…
19.08.1997
Outside, it’s bitterly cold. Everything’s covered in snow, even the house outside my window. The wind stirs the snow; the curtains move with it, but the wind can’t reach me inside the house. I won’t let the frost freeze my nose. Let it go and take the sadness with it. Here, a blizzard and rain are unwelcome guests. They may come, but they can’t make this place sad. Take the winter storm and the turmoil of grief—smile, house, outside my window.
17.12.1997
It Hurts
Sometimes life hurts, and you tell yourself, “Come on.” But nothing is worse than how frightening people can be.
Someone might have been beaten, someone else cut with a knife. But no knife is sharper than a harsh word.
You can wound your hand or fall from a tree in the garden. But nothing is heavier than a reproachful look.
Pain comes in different ways: you hit something or you feel hurt. But what hurts most is what people can’t see.
Don’t judge me, people; don’t be my judges. If you can’t see the soul’s pain, don’t judge it.
5.08.1998
A Home for the Soul
How nice it is to have a home where there are no doors or windows, where the soul can find peace—a big home just like this! But there are different homes, and for the soul, winter can be in some houses, while in others there is anger or fear. And there is a very quiet home that’s hard to find, but if you find it—you will find peace there. Love is the sure path to the heart of these homes: it shows with whom your soul should live to share joy and sorrow. Don’t wander from house to house. When you find your home, take care of it. Preserve the coziness there; your soul will have shelter. There are times when the soul grows cold even in that home. That’s why, in this big world, find a home for your soul.
2.07.1997
