This is the last try.
If I fail, I take a break.
Sometimes you dig, and you sweat, and you almost die,
but it’s worthless. Then you leave, cause you think it is empty.
And what a confusion when after an earthquake
(this mine collapses of course) you find a gold nugget
nearby.
And what a confusion to suddenly understand, that you rot.
To understand, that you’re not feeling pain
not because you’re good, but because you’re dead. And you’re good with that.
I need a few things to do: stop fooling myself the others and
get out of it, without too much hurt.
I wish I would do it alive, but no one before did such thing.