I'm thinking....
I can see....
A white paper.
Just a white paper.
not more not less.
I'm trying to imagine more. Something thats alive.
Thinkin, thinking, thinking...
The paper doesn't dissapear.
I can only see white...
maybe i can draw something.
lets see... looking for a pencil. looking for a pencil.
Hmmm...
Yeah! there is a pencil at the right side!
i'm gonna draw now.
Oh no! my pencilpoint broke!
Now i can't imagine something anymore.
My fantasy is gone.
my drawings are gone.
i can't imagine anymore. I gotta wake up and live!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem