Biography
What I see
My eyes are like a camera.
What I see, I collect in my thoughts, in me.
I'm thinking about what it is or what it can be. And at some point my thoughts will be something you can then watch the other.
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
What I think
Thoughts, many thoughts going through my head.
I think when I started to think, then I would have thought. Thoughts can be good but also bad. They change as our world changes every day, every hour, every minute and every second. Thoughts, forever lost, erased stifling of freedom. Your thoughts, did you hope, comfort, or confidence?
Yes, sometimes, and hopefully, someday, maybe in the future, then a little more.
