Well well. I don´t think I´ll continue writing here. No point! I have sort of become invisible. Very few people answers me these days. Some days I wonder if I EXIST at all! (like throwing my words out into nothingness.)

I supppose I ought to just shut up! (that is stop talking and writing.) Who wants to listen to me anyway? (well at least I´ve got my cat - Pelle! He doesn´t reproach me or think I´m crazy or wants me to be any other person than who I am!) ( my parents were the same. Wish they were here. Maybe the only ones who really cared!)

I think I´ll do what I normally do when I feel lonely (or just want to "discuss" something) - write to my "twin soul" the poet Tomas Tranströmer! He can´t respond (suffers from aphasia) but I know he understands! ( he is like my brother. Would never condemn me. Even laughs at my jokes!)

Hör suset av regn.
Jag viskar en hemlighet
för att nå in dit.

MY poem - which he included in his most recent collection! (The Great Riddle or The Great Mystery. Hasn´t been translated yet. Swedish title: Den stora gåtan.) I wish he would tell it to the WORLD! (how can he? Suffers from aphasia!)