I hope that there is someone who reads this and recognizes himself.

I’m hoping that these words will make you feel something - even though they’re just lousy words from a young adult who hasn’t even seen half the world - therefore I’m publishing my scraps of poetry.

I want people to remember that they are not alone and that when they think they are hopelessly at the mercy of fate, that this too is just a feeling which will pass quickly.

I know little about poetry and even less about life, but writing is about expressing emotions and I hope that these emotions will reach someone.

This one is about all the emotions I’ve experienced in my life and the ones you probably got to experience as well. Let’s experience them again together.

For the introduction I prepared a little poem for all the ghosts which will read this book:

is my face too pale, too white?

do my fingers appear so translucent that

one might not even notice my shadow?

at night the most scary thought came to me

is my very person invisible to others?

what cruel world demands that

i have to scream

to be human

to be seen

one day

i thought at night

i will find you

my ghost