Under the Rain

I take my jacket, a couple of bucks, me lighter and my keys.
The only sound (or music) that sound in my head its “Let the bodies hit the floor”, why?, maybe because I need some hobby to keep my mind busy.

I went down the stair, one wrong step and my body was on the floor. One step hit on my head and I lost my conscience. After a couple of minutes my brain was function again.

“No matter what, I need my cigars”, so my journey continue.

In the street the rain was pouring, searching in my pocket I found the last and most special cigar, I light hem up. “Dam its good”.

In the gas station the employees just takes my money and give me the cigars.

So, heading back I decide just to stop in the rain… and smoke.

“Good call”, I start to think again about the life, love, hate, dead, the typical topic on my mind. Then… I realize that I was singing in the rain (like the song)… but not about happiness, my trough was irritated and the smoke makes it more irritate.

But it was a great feeling, knowing that sickness is not following me…

Know, while I was wrote this things start to change, pain in the muscles and felling some kind of emptiness from inside- out.

Sickness of my heart, my soul, my mind… or its just nothing that’s inside me.

A ver si quedo bien, ojala.