Did you ever have one of those nights where
Everything goes wrong?
The sky feels to heavy and the darkness of still life
Clouds collapses onto your shoulders.
The nights where you say all the wrong things
To the wrong people in the wrong moments.
And every gesture directs you straight to the minefield
That is you. You are carrying something with you.
Something’s going on in your mind.
You enter a room and you can’t remember it in the morning.
What you said and to whom.
What you did and you can’t put the missing pieces together
To figure out why you feel so bad.
Did the mask drop? Did the truth come out?
Was it you or me? Them or her or him?
And you wonder and wonder whether this night where everything
Seems to fall apart, and never in your favour,
Actually happened for a reason.
“Une Japonaise” by Jules Lefebvre (1834-1912)