It's funny to see how the city I grew up in is caught in the inevitability of the ticking clock. The highest and mightiest infrastructures in my time is now in ruins. Debris are falling, buildings are caught in fire. Even the ever polluted air is now black from all the smoke. People are screaming, but nobody could hear. It was deafening. It was blinding. The freedom we were longing for could be reach by hands now, but is freedom truly the goal? What else could it be? We are in chaos
I am nobody, living in the depressive side of the world. You can tell by looking at me that life was not good to the people under the shadows of the slums. Added by the anxiety I have, that causes me a million thoughts. It was a lot to think about, that even I, could not be bothered of what they really means.
Here I am walking, glancing at the reflection of the city in a small pothole that was filled with rain water from last night. The view of the blazing city is now gone and only a pile of boulders, destroyed cars and thousands of dead bodies remains, which contains millions of dreams and memories that will forever be forgotten.
It's cold, yet the burning desire to live is lingering like a shadow inside me. Absurd that I still fight, even a child could predict that I'm the one who is going to lose.
Tightly hugging my coat, I walked forward with a clear mind, just like still water in the deepest lake. I have no idea where these feet will lead me to, but I will keep my pace until the end become a beginning.