Bestia

Adulthood sometimes comes not when you expect it, but when the bill for your car arrives. Right next to it is the glitter on your neck, stacks upon stacks, but it all looks more like the backdrop for a marathon called “keep up the pace and don't drop the crown.” It's funny and scary at the same time: either wings on your back or heavy boots bought for the price of a semester at university. Inside, there's the same childhood dream of being a cloud, outside the body and worries, and outside, there's a track where success sounds louder than school and even louder than conscience.