Until The Sunrise

Countdown

So many things in life are similar but different at the same time... How is this possible? I ask myself during my sleep...

I wake up at my place... nervous... in a hurry... The ghosts of the house look at me worried. I ignore them and leave the place. I run through buildings letting them become trees with my friends. The day has come, that day of the week when we meet... We like to explore around. The temptation is there, like a cat next to a glass. The sensation of seeing the object fall takes over the cat... the what if...

Our group was made of five persons... but since some time ago, the number is reducing, more... and more...

The place is scary and at the same time is intriguing.

Me and my friends hide behind the big trees and mountains, while others hide behind waterfalls and rivers.

What if they all united in one? What if we all hide everywhere at once? We only hide in one place and we always get caught... but what if you hide everywhere at once? No one would ever be able to completely find you... that is the truth of the game. I'm sure some people already did it...

"Found you!" A friend screams from the top of the rock where I was hiding, making me jump scared.

"OH," I look up startled.

"Come on, now is your turn to find us!" Says while jumping from the rock.

"Count down from ten." He says while losing himself into the forest.

I turn my face against the rock... I put my arm over my face covering my eyes and, suddenly, I let my head hit the rock... The countdown starts... like a murder song, like a criminal, like a knife... falling... five, four, three, two... one.

Numbers... made for making an order of the disorder. Who dictates the order? Who dictates the counting? Made for common people to lose against the kings. I start searching for my friends in the forest, in the deep forest... No signs of them... 

Maybe they are hiding next to the river... 

Nothing.

Maybe they are hiding next to the waterfall... 

Nothing. 

Maybe they are hiding next to the rocks... 

Nothing. 

Maybe they are hiding next to the trees... 

Nothing...

Where could have they gone? 

I know this place well... too well... but I feel like a stranger nowadays in the forest... I find myself in front of a very tall wall... of a very deep grey color, made of a smooth stone... I see myself free, but I feel the gyves on my wrists... they become heavier with every order, every duty, every person...

I get closer to the wall going down a clear hill in the forest... Now I can hear some voices on the other side. They sound delusional, but I want to take a closer look... maybe my friends are there...

I start to run along the wall in search of a door or a way to cross to the other side, when I start to notice that the voices... are fading... The sound slips farther and farther away, every echo becomes silence... I don't hear them... How did they get there?

I feel someone next to me... the silhouette... the highly and well-respected silhouette... So many sensations next to the silhouette, but the most important one... keep it happy... the silhouette is a once in a lifetime shadow... meant to be with you... always...