Heavy weight in the eyes, again.
I woke up and don´t want to open them, hide my head under the sheets and try to remember where i am.
I woke up and don´t want to open them, hide my head under the sheets and try to remember where i am.
Another hostel, another shared room, again with the weird feeling of
starting the day in a strange place, always strange but this time without the
usual excitement. World citizen, foreigner at any place. The money of the wallet
seems to drop trough a hole, imperceptible. Every little movement requires a spend of
energy, coin, saliva, shoe sole. Then I got to think twice before entering in a
coffee shop to have a smoke our of the budget or ask for the last unnecessary beer
(if that is possible), because at the end, in know I will be in the same place
where I started.
But well, is like that, i cannot complain about it, i used to have my Little
nest, my cage, mi small town that never required more than a bad performance of
the comedy i used to live in. A common job, the Sunday meals with the family,
the Saturday meetings: Hi George, Hi Perla, Gabriela, how is it?
The same weather complains, the terrible lead, woke up every morning with dry throat and only that. Is simple, responds to a fragile and fake balance like a card castle stick with glue.
I decided to quit all that and a bit more, the endless hugs, the birthdays, the soccer matches on Friday, my dog´s sniffing, the empty bottles and the full ashtrays with the old friends. I change all that for this shit, for the lineless that feels heavier than the pried it used to give me. I used to brag about going alone with a book under the arm, with scorn attitude, the speech of need no one but me, but now… Now it bothers me, it bothers me to being alone because I discovered that I don’t believe my lies anymore, because now I know what is the wolrd about and face it solo don’t seem so profitable as… bullshit. I´m here and I’m enjoying it, giving no explanations to anyone, the truth is that I love to travel more than anything…the coffee just arrived to my head. I enjoy it, I really do, that’s how I die every little while, I die and born.
The same weather complains, the terrible lead, woke up every morning with dry throat and only that. Is simple, responds to a fragile and fake balance like a card castle stick with glue.
I decided to quit all that and a bit more, the endless hugs, the birthdays, the soccer matches on Friday, my dog´s sniffing, the empty bottles and the full ashtrays with the old friends. I change all that for this shit, for the lineless that feels heavier than the pried it used to give me. I used to brag about going alone with a book under the arm, with scorn attitude, the speech of need no one but me, but now… Now it bothers me, it bothers me to being alone because I discovered that I don’t believe my lies anymore, because now I know what is the wolrd about and face it solo don’t seem so profitable as… bullshit. I´m here and I’m enjoying it, giving no explanations to anyone, the truth is that I love to travel more than anything…the coffee just arrived to my head. I enjoy it, I really do, that’s how I die every little while, I die and born.
