I have always liked being on the road, for some reason I have always liked the road more than getting to the destination, I guess that's why I stay from one place to another. And when I'm going to arrive, I give up on everything and everyone and I no longer find the same taste in continuing as from starting from scratch. I was back in Dallas, remembering Katelynn, When we went to her house near a bar downtown. She wanted to escape too, that's why we got along. Because we were both fugitives of our own lives and we fed ourselves with the belief that we had a future, but we didn't. At some point we turned our eyes on the road, the clouds became copious and black, and the Rain began to reach us, and I had to press the gas on that gray car, while telling this woman not to worry and to see for the last time those clouds, and the bad weather. As always, I was wrong, and she would make fun of all that. I should have never run away from the Rain, I should have stayed, I should let myself be embraced by it and let everything else lose its meaning.
