I Want To Be All That I

I Feel I Must Live Alone, Alone, Alone - With Artists Only To Touch The Door. Every Artist Cuts Off His Ear And Nails It On The Outside Of The Door For The Others To Shout Into.

Warm, Eager, Living Life-to Be Rooted In Life-to Learn, To Desire, To Know, To Feel, To Think, To Act. This Is What I Want. And Nothing Less. That Is What I Must Try For.

Ah, What Happiness It Is To Be With People Who All Are Happy, To Press Hands, Press Cheeks, Smile Into Eyes.

That's All Life Is - Something Childish And Very Natural. Isn't It?

The Late Evening Is The Time Of Times. Then With That Unearthly Beauty Before One It Is Not Hard To Realise How Far One Has To Go. To Write Something That Will Be Worthy Of That Rising Moon, That Pale Light.