It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down on a road where all passer are looking down.

You cross a road and you know this might be the last one. And you look at this deep sky, feeling so small. You whisper your faithful prayer . Your voice is breaking, but you never stay still. You know that whatever this world wants you to struggle for, this is not your war. You are hold in bigger hands.

And your beloved passers, the once you knew ever since your first step , are all screaming your name. “ Fight! Fight! Run, this won’t be your last time!”. The words are slowly falling on the ground. There is no echo, just emptiness and silence. Their words mean nothing and you know this.

Remember, this is not your war, you are hold in greater hands. People may not aprove or understand, but you will remain untouched until the end, with no scars weighing heavy on your chest.

I promise you there will be no pain.