I wish this was a late night conversation with someone as weird and confused as me. Sadly, it was just a lonely midnight thought.

(...) But tell me, why should we burn for questioning the concept of this crazy world? Should we really believe in everything told by old, long obsolete books, just because we are afraid of this so-called hell? Is it a crime to use our own mind? 

Basically, it's not about a person.

In the year of the unlucky number, I am almost drowned twice within four months.

The first time, in early summer was literally.

I had overestimated myself while I was swimming in a lake.

The other thing that happened later in fall was a metaphorical sinking. I had overestimated myself again, but this one is more complicated.

No idea what was worse for me.

However, in July, I was happy that I survived.

While I finally clung to the dock, I suddenly saw all the beautiful things in my life.

Then, in November, I cursed the universe because I did not sink.

However, a September later I find it kind of funny. Amusing in a tragic way.