People… How much harm we do to ourselves. We. Yourself. Sami. We see where we are going. We know a lot of things that we should not, gossip, rumors, eavesdropping, peeping. Yes, we learn something important, something that should, it would seem, help us … No. We can’t use it. How about appreciating yourself? Or maybe we are afraid to be alone and agree to at least something? We stand at the door, lowering our heads – “Let me in. If you don’t love, don’t, I’ll tolerate it. I don’t really need it, well, at least somehow. Love the other, well, give at least something. Let’s love yours, yours together.” We have no guarantees, promises, oaths, confessions… They don’t just give. And we go, we come, we give. And we are waiting. Knowing in advance that there is nothing to wait, in general. … And then it’s very empty inside … And then it’s ugly outside … And sparks disappear in the eyes … And it doesn’t snow in winter …