The Aftermath

little things start piling up at the end of the gutter. you can't imagine the treasures you can find there. i've been doing it since i was very small, and i guess it became a habit. i just needed to know what the rain had washed away, what it had stolen away from all the corners of the world and placed here, like a blood-bathed lover waiting to be captured. yes, it's dirty, but each little thing holds a secret, a story. secrets are dirty, and usually all stories are, especially if they're love ones. i found that ring i showed you two years ago. how can someone lose a ring so beautiful? well, people do tend to lose unsual things. maybe it wasn't lost, it could be that it was just thrown out of a car window... some love demolished in that specific moment when she slipped the ring out of her finger and sent it flying out of her life. i suppose it was a woman because of the feminine design, but well, you can never be 100% sure. that ring... that ring fit perfectly into my finger. i used to joke that i was engaged. you used to laugh, you'd say that no one would ever be that crazy to marry me. probably true, i guess it was just somekind of childhood dream that never really faded away. i did have my dreams, you know. i know you had your dreams too, and i'm sorry, i would have liked to fulfill each and every one of them, but life just took a detour inside the tunnel of love. we never came out, did we? is that a bad thing? you go into the tunnel of love and... are you suppose to go out to complete the "love experience"? or if you never come out... will you find "eternal love"? maybe you just go mad. you're lost forever. that ring. i should have just given it to you. you liked it, but it was mine. i discovered the treasure, and... you just don't give something you have discovered away. it loses any natural meaning it holds, and it becomes worthless. just like i decided to give you away, you became worthless. one day you were special in my life, and then one day i felt so betrayed, so dirty, like if i had been piled up there in the gutter. you lost my ring and i lost control. i just wish someone would find me. i wish someone would find me real soon.