Once again I make one more step.
Once again I get burnt.
And it didn’t look like a big step, either. It almost looked a like natural consequence of all the previous, more perilous steps I had taken in the past weeks.
But once again, I get burnt.
Coherence’s just an option, apparently.
…it’s my fault, actually. My reasonable part, the one which is always objective and doubtful, said me I didn’t have to be so sure about the answer I would have received to my question… but apparently, I follow my reason’s lead just when not strictly necessary.
I bow to myself, the master of shams who has many lessons for the others, but never learns on his own, even when he is sure he has.
To ruin a thing of such a delicate and yet almost stunning beauty just for the need of a definition.
I should have learnt that that’s not what matters.
Yet, once again I get burnt.