1995 - ?
Twenty five years and always the same eyes of a little young girl. The desire of living an adult life but never becoming one. This obsession with liberty that does not disappear.
However, life is full of constant stress that I just wanted to bypass. At eight, I understood that life wouldn't be easy. Not all of us are born at the same place. I am convinced that nothing happens by chance, accident or fate. All I have lived, I had to live it. You had to be there at that time. Having these memories drumming my head as if to get out, but I keep them preciously hidden. The day they will go away, I'll lose a part of myself and the glow in my eyes will be gone. I want a different life, I refuse to become mired in this routine, in this illusory city. People all look like enemies, their weapons are ready to be unsheathed at the slightest misstep.
Damn, we are human. I vomit people, not on people - not yet.
Yet, this feeling of freedom is sometimes materialized, at the top, just before the fall when you don't know if the clip will hold and the fear inside you explodes. Maybe you'll crash your face on the grass. Metaphor of my life.
But when I am on top, I have no more time to think, just the adrenaline of the action, as if anything was possible at once.
I would like that my life looks like this. Stop being afraid of taking shots.

KM


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