Pack of dogs

Sometimes present is infinitely better than future

and this isn't a sentence I borrowed from my grandpa

it comes to me just from memories

present was superior when Rose let me stay the night

in her sofa telling me that next morning

I should find a different place to sleep

she was sorry of course

but she asked me to understand her situation

her fiance was hitting the road  from Owl Creek

a town in North Carolina or maybe Wyoming

I don't remember

and she was expecting him to arrive sometime next morning

I should leave her place as early as possible

also she gently asked me don't use the douche

“he is a jealous man” - she said and closed the door of her bedroom

I still heard she said “Good night” from inside.

She was pretty

and practical

she lost her initial interest in me

when she realized that I can't keep a job for more than a couple of weeks

but she still likes me

but complains that I am not “serious”

and she was right

I am not.

And it was too late to start a change.

I refused to think in the future

it looks ugly from any perspective.

it was January and that night was a snowy one

I took a look through the windows and I just saw a few cars

running to their apparently exact destinies

and suddenly it seemed that all those things  matched too much perfectly

and that made me mad

so at some point that night

I knocked at Rose's door

with no clear purpose

just feeling that unspeakable pain.

And at that very moment

I new that future was running over me

like a pack of ferocious dogs.

David Miralles 1:59:10 AM Saturday, July 10, 2010