Runaway

After having lived for the last eighteen months basically as a continuous party, it was time for me to wind down. Even as distressing as it is, still I had to slow down and finally catch up with the reality I´ve been trying so hard to shun.

You think that making fast moves, not knowing where you´ll spend the night, and roaming the streets, will keep your demons at bay. Well, it doesn´t. Even if you are seventeen and can run fast as hell, it is you the one who´s lost, not them. They know; they always do find you.