IS MY ...

Is my face a mirror of my soul?

I can see my hands, my legs, but I can not see my own face.

So how can I understand what happens in me?

I can take a looking-glass and see a tired man in it.

And that is all.

No information, only a touch of glance to the surface.

I take a sheet of paper and a pencil,

and every thing from inside of me begins to reflect

on the smooth surface of the paper.