see ...", I whispered the words to myself, which suddenly wandered around in my thoughts without stopping and consciously closed the lids of my eyes.

I began to gently run my hand over the uneven surface until the tips of my fingers came into contact with a sticky mass. And I immediately began to understand - an inflicted wound that spoke of vulnerability and sadness. My fingers wandered on - uneven line flows of life that extol a will to fight. I heard the lively crackling and rustling - a state of enjoyment when the wind makes the deaf branches crackle and the rustling laughter of many-headed children, to which this soul proudly listens.

Hesitantly, I opened my eyes again, staring into the darkness that had been so familiar to me for as long as I can remember.

No! Nothing!

"Why not!" I shouted with all my might, slipped to the ground and slapped my fisted hands in frustration against the strong trunk.

"I can feel you, hear you and understand you too!"What else do I have to do so that I can see you too?

I let out a plaintive breath as my blind gaze rises to the sky.

Was it such a deserved thought to wish to see the light just once? Or even a friend by his side? Just to be able to escape from the lonely darkness? How would it feel if you suddenly stood by andcan seehow long-desired dreams suddenly come true and life changes?

I shook my head sadly because it was a bittersweet thought. It was nothing more than a mental well-being in the rose garden, which promises no hope, and waiting without fulfillment for fateful events.

I let out a relaxed breath and leaned my back against the strong rustic tree trunk and slowly let myself fall, listening to the silence of the forest. I felt the hard bark, heard the gentle blowing of the wind, heard the soft rustling of the leaves and felt the soft moss.

For a moment I let myself be carried away by my heartbeat singing to the rhythm of nature.


'March, my child ...
You always wanted to see the light ... '


Warm rays danced on my face, tearing me again from my comfortable state of relaxation. The feeling of the light began to hurt, the warm rays burned my closed lids and the darkness was weakened.

I shrank back, whimpering, seeking shelter in the deeper shade of the tree. The will-o'-the-wisps danced happier than ever before my eyes, as if they wouldn't let the darkness ever recover. A plaintive moan left my mouth and I screwed my eyelids together tightly, rubbing them cautiously.

I slowly opened my eyes again, the darkness was disappearing more and more. Something happened ...

A loud rustling over my head made me startle and a leaf, loosened by a bird hopping through the many branches, fell into my outstretched hand.

"How can it be…?"

I turned around with a swing, my eyes wandered upwards. Confusing, fuzzy contours affected me and forgotten, long-buried memories began to unite with newly acquired impressions.


'Do you see the light, March? '


I gasped, overwhelmed, could hear my heart beating wildly.

"I can see…"