Waiting on the side of the road, waiting.

That same road that once served me a a cleaning spot,
that same place where I got mad at myself
for doing what I was doing, where I really said goodbye.

I remember the feeling of actually wanting to get caught, I left it as it was, I wanted to be caught.

This just ensures the feeling of righteousness, that I am where I wanted to be, even if it is not as I want it, even if it is like I imagined.

I think we both have to learn of it like we have done it all this time, but can't help the feeling that you have to learn the most. Sorry.

There was something you said, but this time was different, this time you felt it.

It was not about eating or not, I'm not even hungry yet... it was about leaving me, by myself, without you.

Yet, I'm sitting on the spot.

Gracias por leer.
Bytes.

ps. no tendre señal a las 10.