When I was 10, I remember running along with my bestfriend around the village. We don’t have a specific place to stop, we just keep running and running like someone’s chasing us until we get tired and ask for water.
Today I left the village to find my destination. My real destination. Like before, I’ll run like the police is after me. I will not stop. I’ll keep running unless I reach what I’ve been aiming for. Death and peace.
