I just stood there watching my body run so fast that I left my soul behind.
There's this point in your life when, nothing even matters, your whole life is so damn perfect as it is, when you have deleted everything that makes you worthless; but there's this new feeling getting out from your deepest inside, that hurts.
My time was almost over yesterday at 3 o'clock in the morning, sitting there, totally wasted by my words, so full of everything, but telling anything to my shadow. I spent most of the time looking at those others who were there, jumping form one side to the other, crowding the room for me, laughing of the stories I had made out in the past, but not even noticing I was there, by myself.
I let msyself flow into the rhythm, waiting for a trip to come, waiting for a ride to bring me home.
