Wrote this before, feel it again

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.