to regret

'Un je ne sais quois'
It sounds better in french than in English or Portuguese, I think.

I am in fourth or fifth place and if I'm there so close, always dispatched.
Nothing to obvious, but instead nothing to tricky.
It's chily outside, someway that is inside me, that I start to tremble.
I start to sense somekind of dim in some lights, the same in some eyes that I look into.
Everything is starting to shake, starting above the knowledgement of Being, through the foundations of what I want to believe in and it ends somewhere, that I can't know where.
I woke up especting something, ear something, but that has not come.
I'm always the same, I always think I have ordinary thoughts but I'm always misunderstood.

That's life.

good night..!