PAINFUL MESSAGE

You were an orphaned, disgraced angel-face under the dimly luminous neon lights of the otherworldly, and in this melancholy, underworld radiance, for the first time, I caught you in the act of conscious, intended anxiety, as some kind of anticipatory fear, worry about our unplanned future together. The inevitable endpoints, like Hangman loops, were already choking our throats in full swing.

So strange was your altruistic, orphaned surrender, for you have always, as a rule, followed the sincere voice of your willful-stubborn heart of gold, and yet the silent, almost chaste wailing, in what tolerable-helpless shackles, accompanied by a frightened acquiescence.

But tell me, and confess boldly, what prompted you to make a permanent, irrevocable rioting against the Gordian knots of things-relationships?! What was so urgent and unavoidable that you gave your precious heart to someone else in the hidden equipment of the University, and left me alone, cursed, in the decisive troubles?! If common sense, not the silly heart laws, were to make the most important decisions that guide us, reshape our lives like sabers, I would say sit down next to me and confess why you were not completely happy and satisfied by my side! Or have you always been ashamed of my heritage, my poor poverty?!

Oh, I've known everything for a long time! Do not seek barren, vain excuses, Telltale arguments. Lonely, more and more enclosed in myself, like a blind Walnut, I spy on your behavior, your painful, crushing triumph! Can I say now that I am angry with you! Maybe, but a massive, many-line message would make me crazy, because that's you, and you could!