Praha 2014

Gdańsk, Poland

Pictoria #4

Guilt

I had a sudden rush of guilty - as if I have been bitten by a scorpion. (The poison) It ran all over my body, traveled from every nook and cranny of my veins, and ended at a small spot of my heart. I put my right hand on my left chest, and stacked my left hand on top of it. I tried to fondle them in the most strangest hymn, hoping that; in the next seconds, I could possibly eavesdrop clearly what it might say.

I missed my old man.