I don’t feel good now, left alone
and no one at all around, silence
and emptiness chase me. When
I walked around in my flat today
carrying the burden of myself
I got the idea I should write a
novel about it and call my book
“The loneliest girl in the world”
and it would of course be about
me, only one lonely. Because
this you can’t have and survive.
The strange thing is – thousands
and thousands girls in the world
would love my book, thinking
“it’s just about me”, only.