Valentina De Luca
I cross my country driving tirelessly. I accelerate when the road is less busy, gliding as if I intend to fly. My radio on echoes my playlist over and over, considering it's almost fifteen hours of travel to Sicily.
The chords of my favorite song begin and "Shake It Out" plays furiously at full volume. I almost brake abruptly when the message, already so familiar to me, seems innovative at this moment.
*And I am done with my graceless heart*
*So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart*
*'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn*
*[...]*
*It's hard to dance with a devil on your back*
*So shake him off.*
Yes, I would like to define and bury everything, and start over. There are no mistakes if I don't want to be just a common woman. The only flaw in my story was l
