I
was sitting in the middle of the desert. A bottle of rum and a
thousand steps upon my feet. Tired, like an old car that is not able
to left the city behind. All the roads I walked are now growing on my
skin. All the sunsets I missed are now bleeding on my cheeks. I am a
lost star in an infinite universe.
Madness,
that was madness. I felt the heat of the sand, I felt the warm of the
sun, I dreamed about water. The rocks were singing a song about
goodbyes, but their voices didn’t sound like Sinatra’s. I was a
broken rose falling in front of the heart of Nevada. There was no one
there to pick me up.
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