be problem crumbs among millions of happiness
is an absolute condition
I was sentenced to death
that happiness belongs to some people who are not me

without a rope to hold on to
my body collapsed and almost melted with the ground
a part of me burned
others were scattered
at a crossroads
in the middle of the city
in the bags of morning scavengers

I got cut
bleeding but not in arteries
I fell down
but not to the bottom of the cliff
is into pretense