‘Run, run, run.’ The single thing I can hear in my mind. Seems simple and easy, but it’s pretty much hard to accomplish. And also sounds familiar.
Silent footsteps…then run as quick as you can. Lock the door. Jump the last five stairs and take a deep breath. The cold air hits my skin. Next song: This war is ours by ETF.
‘Feeling in the mood for something dangerous’. It’s not like walking on the road at 5 am makes you somewhat excited, it’s just that this lyric get’s you in a trance. And afterwards you feel like wearing your sunglasses waiting for the sun to rise. It’s just a way of showing that you’re not like the others, normal, simple and usual. You make the lyrics glow, you make them feel real. Which just happens to be a special view for that special someone that is watching [Attention: kids, don’t try this at home]: a lunatic with sunglasses in darkness, feeling excited, yelling some lyrics, while walking alone on the street. Sounds cool, right? [You’ve just got PWNED]
5:02 am. Feels like the time stopped for a second, just for me to wake up and see. What? That I’m currently walking on the street at JUST 5am. Nothing’s weird till now. Actually I managed to escape for like 2 minutes from what I wanted.
Looking around and seeing nothing. At least nothing else than what I expected.
Walking into the park brought nothing more than a sight from me. The exit door still seems far away from me. Everything seems so…asleep. Like it’s too early. ‘Yeah right…early my ass!’
I’m just trying to find a place…a place to hide. From what? Duties? Nah, too simple. Stress? Since when am I stressed? School? It’s weekend, what more. Then what?
Everything seems so logic and…
Wait. I feel like I forgot something. Something important. And by that I don’t mean grandma’s glasses or my head. Nothing looks weirder than a person that stops in the middle of the road and stares at some inexistent point for 2 seconds before searching desperately for its cell phone. Cell phone?! That’s it. I forgot to turn off my phone -.-‘
Situations...are irrelevant now. So just walking will eventually get me to the instrumental part, where Monte rocks his guitar sticking his tongue like crazy.
The Halloween topic. “Injects my head with lies, slowly crushing my bones, sending me to my grave.” I feel the pressure. Getting older is not a choice; it’s a way of turning you black and blue [or just getting wrinkles].
I will fight my battle till I fall, till I conquer them all. All those stupid ideas will eventually dig your grave. But we should just feel 10 miles further from our grave than we were last year.
These issues, they choke me like a noose.
I get it now. This déjà-vu. It’s not from trying to escape a simple birthday, it’s actually escaping from these 4 minutes of “blabla-ing” till the song ends. Lying is not my favorite fashion so “Happy Halloween”.
