Fragments of Life

What I write is merely what I think: The most intimate thoughts and fantasies that I only utter in my dreams but never dare to speak to anyone else. Constantly I only endure them pensively, secretly, at night, in my bed, knowing full well that they will never see the light of day. Behold, I have awoken from those unruhigen Träumen, and exposed my naked self to you, so that you may know—I am more than your submissive China doll. What I write is merely what any east asian woman regards as her deepest secrets, which she never dare to expose; and yet I have exposed myself—my most intimate dreams and fantasies to you. My inner-self stands naked before you and I hope you will look at me with gentle eyes.