I got obsessed.
After all, crying like this is good for me. Change, let the air come out.
Do some cleaning.
I haven’t cried like that in a long time.
I guess I needed it.
Yet, even considering this dirty bright side,
I can tell for sure I made one of the dumbest things one can do in life.
One of those that leave you with your head bowed,
offering you some years of strict religious observance of silence
and leading you closer to the secret of regrets.
I fell in love.
I fell in love
I didn’t play.
I didn’t go for broke to win this game.
I went fly hunting instead.
For my corpse.