Je touche...

I touch the grass. It is so soft. It smells with calmness. It remembers the early spring sun. I close my eyes. There's sky in my head. Clouds fold and unfold, clouds swirl, clouds... explode! I open my eyes. I breathe deeply. I begin to cry silently. Everything disappears in total darkness. I have no eyes. There are only two balls of glass. But tears are real.

O.K. I learn slowly. Step by step. A step backwards, a step forwards. How is it that I'm so naïve? Loneliness feeds me up. I become weaker and weaker. I become fatter and fatter, as fat as a pig. Then there comes a butcher. There comes profanation of my body. The butcher goes away. My soul melts down. I close my eyes. I lay on the ground. I touch the grass. It is so soft...