When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions.

It is cool. It was warm, though. For couple of days. I was cool. Now, I'm warm. I don't have reason neither an explanation for it. It's just the Scandinavian coolness and breeze warmed me up. It warmed up my feelings again. Yesterday, while I was walking through the Kronborg castle, I saw the famous quote in one one the museum shops: ' To be or not to be.' I stood there for a while wondering and thinking about the sentence that made such an impact on a whole literature world. Then I tried to applied it to my current state of being. What if I'm to be and someone else not.  Am I by myself in my own state of being? Or its just a fiction? That is the question. 

I couldn't find the answer. I didn't want to. I like my own state of being, I thought. It keeps me warm. I flew like a bird which spent some time captured in a cage. I had an excuse. It made me feel free now.

What if they catch me again? Am I gonna find my way back?

What if...?

Repentance. That's all I can feel now. What stopped me? What I was thinking? Did forces of Universe stopped me of becoming  an object of compassion? 

I act like a Parisian instead- I didn't let you outsmart me. I felt regret deep beneath after that.

He asked me when the playground was built. I answered listless. Then, he asked for my address number. I was happy he remembered just a part of it, but then I start remembering of all time he'd dial that address. He knew it back then. Why did he erased it from his memory? It's just a stupid address. You will not make your RAM memory full. 

I didn't want him to call cab. I stopped him going for a little bit-I had to bought bread. I got a slightly touch across my shoulders in turn. In fact, I wanted something more. Something real, something touchable - warm. I got imitation of an intimate hug and a Good night  instead.