The concrete rolled along under me as my feet took me amiably without destination. My mind twisted and tangled the many thoughts that erupted in my head, attempting to create order from all the chaos I inflicted. My feet felt heavy as I stumbled on, the questions becoming ever so darker and harder to unfold. That´s when I was struck by the cruel truth. In my amble wandering I had unconsciously stepped over the barrier I had created to avoid past recollections of pain and sorrow. But now I had seen it, gazed into its very eyes, and the pain I desperately tried to shield away corrupted me once again, the ivory chains binding me in fear, restraining me. The wound in my chest that had taken so long to heal was now crying rivers of crimson tears.
I stopped in mid-steps, the darkness sinking it fangs into my soul while crystal drops poured from my eyes. I had to get away. I had to run away. I still wasn´t strong enough to fight it, to face it…
The wind caressed my face as it whistled passed me. The cool air froze the wet trail upon my face so I couldn’t cry anymore. I opened my eyes and gazed around. The streets and buildings flew past me as my feet desperately tried to take me away to some refuge where I could be alone, where the silence and the darkness would once again heal the scar that I had accidentally pried open. As I ran, heading for nowhere, looking for no one, I realized: I was all alone in the dark, seeing only what the moon´s light wanted to show me. Yet even though the sorrow clawed desperately at my heart, the feeling was refresing, for as I ran I felt unchallenged, unchained, unleashed, untroubled…I felt free...
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