Learning - It's a process

I am in a dim lit room, an underground joint. This silence has a music itself. I hear voices, some people mocking at me, but I don't reply back. I hear her cry, begging me to let her go, but I don't ask for a patch up this time. A guy comes up and tells me to walk out, its time to close up. I tell him that I will not linger.
I come outside, Its quite dark, Nights are better. You don't have to hide in corners or sit in your apartment whole day, for that matter. What was I thinking back then? In that store? Ah, yes. I give it a thought-Why don't I do things I did back then, because I am learning? Obviously!