Someone will lag behind, someone will choose a different path. And it just stays where it is. You will not reach the finish line, dying in a stuffy world where every day can be the last.
I'm running too. From past mistakes to a happy future. Today I woke up for the first time with a feeling of emptiness. Everything that yesterday seemed so right and necessary, everything has become insignificant. There is no more true and false, there is reality. We are losing each other, we do not have time to say the main thing. Our world is no longer ruled by love. Why do we live? What should be left behind?
We're happy we can continue to photograph flat bellies in the mirror. Write about loneliness and bad coffee. We can keep running, buying expensive phones. We will not know what is lost among the rails. How is it when the morning is last? In this city that dreams of war and power. In the city where you are from morning to morning. In a city where people do not feel sorry for dying. I don't understand why run, if you just want to have time to live. Where it's so scary not to be in time.