Scars in the city – i

Rainy day, 11PM, Sunday. Everything is controversial. I’m listening the song that I was hating the most when I was sad, but now, I don’t know why, is making me happy, lightning my soul. The streets will be rivers soon. I just want to decide the day that this weather is gonna change the city, it’s up to me, I have to figure out how to describe my new world, full of narrow lines, autumn trees and crying kids. The tears never stop, silent movies make them cry when a seagull is crossing the sky. White over black. A melody of my new life. I’m not anymore in the rainy city, but I saw a thunder in my heart.