It's a quarter past 2 and the soft melody of Smokey Robinson can be heard above the low hum of this grey Mustang on wheels. With each passing mile, I grow a little bit lonelier and wiser. How I wish it was raining, so the world could see and share my tears, the tears of a man who has lost everything, even as his dreams become a reality.
As if on cue, the sky grows dark and the heavens join me in my moment of weakness, it seems the Fates are listening after all.
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Hey, Esther, I think I need to get away for awhile. I love Elena, my family and my life, but being tied down to it and having so many people depending on me, just makes miss my old life that much more.
I think, I might just take off to Corpus for a couple of days and then maybe SA for a few days more to re-energize.