Free Slaves

The first morning after two weeks of rest. I woke up, as I always did, full of energy and power. Every day was for me, a game reset. The day ends, the sun goes down, story finishes. Tomorrow is another game, another story and another sun. A romantic way of thinking, free from corruption and social hypocrisy. Thinking that I had always the control over the reset button. That whenever things just gets so bad, I can press it ... the sun goes down, darkness eats the world, and a new one is created. But that morning was different. A brutal wind of truth hit my face.