Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, brea…
I’m leaving. I’m disappearing. Even for a few days, far away from crowd of people rush to nowhere. For a while I reject consumerism, expensive alcohol and aimless conversations with random men. For a few days I don’t want to listen to what I should do. I want to be free. For a few days… I want the wind to tangle my red hair, the sun burns my pale skin. I want to breathe. Breathe. Not suffocate. I will clean my mind and come back aware I can do everything.
I will be back more powerful. Less stress. more energy. For action. Maybe a little bit sleepy, with an inbox full of messages, but I come back. Stronger. I will arrange everything again, by myself. Begin again. I will fix everything that I ruined.
And I’m sorry I don’t have time for you, again. For all of you. I’m sorry. Even not sure if you noticed that I’m gone. My phone is deaf. I disappeared. It’s the vibe of this city. This place leaves me cold. Quite often. This hopeless place.