Nothing feels heavier than carrying a truth not meant to be known.

What if that truth creates a change?

What if that change invites chaos?

Running with that truth, is the only option I have right now. As the world tries to quiet down the storm becomes stronger. The heavy rain does not seem to slow me down as I make my escape.

I am running towards the half-asleep world with one purpose, with this truth I will wake it. Tomorrow the world will wake to change and chaos. And the burden of a heavy truth will be lighter, even if it costs me my life.