Hahaha... I know that look... suddenly you breath calm, everything is going to be easier now, and better for all of us... but there's something else. You can feel it, right? Something like... a little itch. Like something doesn't fit. You'll turn around and focus on your calm. You don't know it now, but you better pray that this calm lasts short, you better pray, 'cause if it's short, so is the itch. But if it's long.... hahahaha if it's long, so the itch grows every day until you find out what it is, what itches your mind and body day after day. But by that time, it might be too late to change it, too late to do what you now know you had to do long ago. Yet the itch continues to grow, big enough to become sorrow, and a desperate void... It is already too late for me... I only hope it's not too late...
