it's in these moments of
that the mind bumps into the walls that became porous
like an unpaid bill that never stops chasing after you
it always comes back to you, never bored
the regret is my enemy
i don't speak to it
it makes me sick
we can try to avoid so many so many so many times
those states
but it's not easy to have a light heart
when people trod on it
the only solution
is open everything wide
the regret is my enemy
i don't speak to it
it makes me sick
we like to know that we can have some moments of rest
like some breaks that our conscience requires
like an invitation to dance
a so good trance