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
