What if?
What if in one day you ran for miles in a small girth, where information was duplicated and molecules had a soul?
You believed for once, for once you believed that the information was turned upside down in order to clarify.
You cried becoming stone as I cried all alone, I felt like a victim, pitifully misunderstood.
Then I walked towards me since I was alone in a night full of all wickedness’s, where screams in me said: When someone sets all the flaws that men condemned, the individual cannot overthrow himself.
And I once more failed in thesis, failed in being silent, failed in conquering the resolution.
For I am sorry.
So sorry.