To my best friend which I had and I lost
we live in the same street but I didn’t see you for a year and a half

I wonder if you overcame some of your fears
and if now you have more of a voice
and if today you would say goodbye to me
like was said to me in your name

I went past your house i couldn’t resist. I was so close
I saw your father in the window throwing arrows straight to the circle target

I remembered the times it was me that threw them
I didn’t understand who has a target in his home
and what things are being thrown

I always ask myself what kind of an artwork am I going to do about you

what will be the medium,

what kind of surface and how it should be colored

I ask myself what do you deserve

what do you deserve?