because it's there, (true but irrational)

After i sat outside on the terrace, all panting, with pearls of sweat rolling down my temples, my hair curled by the wind, and feeling my blood pumping hard in my veins, warming my sore feet, he offered me a fresh can of coke to drink properly in a glass.
Between sips i talked the subject of my coming, quickly the words fell out my rosy lips on my blushing face, like i'm reading a paper without breathing, i pondered it all along the way, after the effort i put to get there, the two buses i took, the last one abandonning me far from my goal to my disaray, i had to walk, i rather ran as the thoughts were begining to overflow my head and i had to speak my torture.
I called twice at the start, i imposed, i said "i need".
At first rushing then watching up to the covered sky, i let myself calmed by the peacefullness of that honest neighborhood i was crossing, along a park of prolific grass then the maze of modest and carefully trimmed houses, full of entertainement devices.
Now i'm sitting in the back garden of one of them, on a white plastic chair, close to a pool i pleasantly swam in once, the light ochred tiles under my feet, the bright grainy walls, even the little wooden shack in a corner, all that setting appeased me, the only sound is the chirp of passing sparrows, and me speaking profusely, lashing my heart out, i felt heard and i say "thanks", that's what i needed, patch the wounds for some time, and it feels safe to share that trust when my dreams break down.