He prefers other drawings than this one, 23 others before it.
The time bomb is still ticking, but I told him to consider that it already exploded.
While he wonders if anything caught fire, I’m not only sure, I know!… but I guess it’s true, we are in fact all different.
Just when I thought I succeeded in finding the perfect hiding place, he appeared out of nowhere, and clueless he told me that he doesn’t play games.
Yesterday, I cleaned around and searched through old and new, before and now, black and white, I searched for hours or maybe years… again through storms and calm, early and late, over and over and into my heart I’ve found him… asked myself: What in the world could you possibly be doing here?