it now has been two broken nights that i stroll on the streets of the city with a crumpled expression, rivers rolling down my face, and a heart beating exceedingly fast. my breathing gets harder as the cold air hits my face and inquisitive stares of bystanders generate reasons for my shattered morale. i am alone and my friends are busy being busy. i walk in exile. i don't understand the salty water entering my mouth, as i try to grasp the reason i feel like i'm falling into oblivion. i want to talk to someone, i want to cry, i want to laugh, i want to wreck, i want to dance, i want to scream, i want to smile, i want to run. yes, i want to run. run away from that sensation that something is about to be wrong...