Well it hurt
in the soul and even in the body
I became so small I could not even let myself sleep.
Thoughts can hit you sometimes in the shape of a ruthless voice
mumbling but shouting at you
every little thing was pointed at me
waves and waves of regret and
It was a though night
reckless, humanistic and pure.
After all, I would never change it to anything, to any other kind of night perhaps
I would always choose, how it was chosen.