Busy day (somehow)
Somehow, I locked myself out of my home And somehow, I locked my bike onto somebody else's. Somebody else spilled their somewhat still hot coffee from Starbucks onto my linen making it dirty in public. Somehow, I bit my lips so hard that they bled and one blood drop became a tear inside the sad eye of the stranger whom I offended brutally out of the goodness of my heart. The hollow lump inside her throat involantarily stopped the central heating in my bedroom from flowing so on and so forth. Thankfully and chain-breakingly, I shed a tear in (re)turn, at the gym, of all places. Eventhough I wasn't wearing the right shoes and my personal trainer wasn't water-proof. Somehow, someone had to do something to stop the violence in this province. A stain for a slip, a chill for a scorn... and tears for tears to repair the duty of care. This busy day is now due to age gracefully.