Back again in the same place where I use to spread out my thoughts, hearing the same bark from the dog far away; with one foot in Texas and the other still in here, waiting for something that I have forgotten.

I need to remind myself the mission I set time ago. It’s hard to detach my roots, but this is a task to do, and its imperative. Time is over me, over us. When I stare at my loved ones for the last support, feeling how everything is disappearing behind me, fading away. Nobody seems to care about, but they do.

Hard to leave, to detach, to forget, to start over again. 

World is crashing up, but there is a will in myself wich calls me to go on, to continue, to start. When the odds are against me, I need to get rid of that bark to clear my mind.

I can’t think this way, there is too much pollution in the air of memories. Tomorrow will be a new day, but for now I will just say good night. 

I have an ace under my sleeves.