Do you understand me?
Well, Impressionism was a wonderful work. So naive, so young and funny in its vision of the world through the prism of other people's opinions. However, almost no one understood it. Unfortunately, they saw in it an insignificant and uninteresting work. But Impressionism just reflected the light that shone on it from those who read it. You may ask, what makes me think that? Well, I have many examples and many new haters. Once I published a poem from the book with the meaning that sounds like people always get punished for their ignorant words and deeds. How did people react to this? They called me a wretched scribbler throwing pathetic words. Are they right? I don't know. But now I realize that the things I put my whole soul into are worthless. They are not needed or understood by anyone. It doesn't matter what language I write in, I still seem like a stranger to them. The concept of a new collection of my lyrics manifests itself. It's about misunderstanding.
Yes, I'm offended, sad, scared, and ridiculously confused by their misunderstanding. They judge a book by its cover, but even a beautiful cover is a reason for them to hate it. However, if you read this, then you probably understand me. You, those who will definitely read this collection, in whatever language it would be written. You are the ones I love and respect for your sincere support and love. I know for sure that my declaration of love will reach you, because you are here, in my broken and sad heart. Only thanks to YOU it's still beating.
Oh, for such a long time I was afraid to be completely sincere with you, because it seemed to me that I would betray someone's expectations about me and thereby destroy the reputation of myself and my beloved ones. So, I hid my real rage in gentle and non-cruel words. I hoped it would save me. Well, it didn't, because people are really crazy. However, having dared to say a little more than necessary, even in a foreign language, I realized that you are still here anyway. Because you understand me. But I'm just learning to understand YOU.
By the way, please, don't think that it's going to be another sad and depressed work. There're a lot of fun things, I promise. Even a thunderstorm can be quite positive. But it's going to rain anyway.
