Wrong Way

Me.

So this is me. Running against the traffic. Knowing that every evil was at one click. On my phone, email, work or even, at home.

At every hour of the day, my body feel the chills. The idea, i think, was take away my powers. My gifts. Take every little detail of my life and turn it into a strange narrative where every word that i say could be used against me.

You know, everybody is a villain in someone else’s story.

So, this is me. Running against the cars. Leaving everything behind at some street in the north of my city. Hating my phone. Not answering any message. Just me. Running like a child who knows that he has a little boy inside screaming and begging for peace. Breathing.

How Sting sings.