I’m aware but can’t speak because cowardness and shame are lurking me. I ran away from chaos and horror because I believe nothing will change if I will fight.
Since then, I’m an image of “a muted who can speak”. But the wind of change blew in my direction. The light showed me the path.
I walk and follow the wind and light. They encourage me and lend my soul to its purpose of existence.
Then, the fire within me ignited. This is the beginning of an uprising. A march towards truth and justice. A long tiring journey to conquer but it doesn’t matter anymore.
I know that no matter what path I’ll choose from now on, there’s always a destination to expect.
I will follow the wind and the light.
