…

I’m so unhappy…

And this is supposed to be a poetry

talking about unhappiness…

This supposes that some days ago I was happy

(otherwise I could not know that I am unhappy)

Statistics apart, I have no idea how did I make it

to be happy. I was simply happy. Everything happened

simply. Simply. Simply should be the key word.

I did nothing. It happened. And then I started to try to be happy.

(It means I was not happy, simply, anymore.)

And since then I’m not happy anymore.

May be it’s the rain. But it’s not raining

today.

p.s. I’m really sorry to break your eggs with the above. I just needed to express myself in public.