Once again, we lost when we thought we had won. It was soccer, 4-2 against Chelsea.
Life is many times like this as well: just when we thought it was all good and straight forward, there comes a goal we didn't expect.
But many times, it is also the other way around: a kiss when we thought the night was over and lonely, a kiss that rescues us and reminds us that life is worth living.
It's late once again. It's late and I'm alone and I read and I smoked and I drank. And I'll go to bed, and it won't be easy to fall asleep. Thinking of the game we lost, and the young skin I didn't kiss.