I got from our last talk
well, I think it was a trigger talking about board games with you,
a reminder of my supposed birthday present,
which I went to Switzerland to hand to my friend who went back to brasil,
and then you had it delivered,
but didn't say a thing..
ok I mean,
I remember the crap I felt,
the wrong being,
the null existence,
and my desire of ending.
I remember the many nights I spent crying,
triggers are very uncomfortable.
but as some wise man once said,
triggers are also opportunities,
to revisit old scars and do it right this time,
I honestly,
feel like never seeing you again,
perhaps I could call a driver to get the board game to you.
but that is not a plan, nor pleasant
image I can picture the future
I also got questions,
on if I should address this with you
I almost sure you don't care
I am not important.
or that was that how I felt,
and this became a concept.
I don't know.
