The Days

I don't want to be at home

or home doesn't want me.

I take my phone

the house keys

and running shoes

with money inside the shoes,

I don't like having

pennies and quarters
inside my shoe,

just the bills

with Andrew Jackson in it.

In the Cinta Costera

I run, run away

not from fear

not from home

but to get everything off my mind

and knowing that anyways I have to get back home.

Of months of doing this

has accumulated

miles and miles

of scattered thoughts

and found memories.

I know when I get to the fountains

I have to stop

because I would be the only kid that goes that far

because the street light doesn't shine so much

because you wont find many people past the fountains.

So I rest on a bench

and stare at the ocean and make the cellphone come to use.

Where no one could tell me what to do,

where no one would tell me what to say,

where no one would tell me what to not eat,

where I could face the fear of others

and run into the darkness

with people in hoodies talking with each other

while handing things in plastic bags,

and groups of people staring at you.

Time doesn't matter

'Cause I have all night,

the necessary money

and in good conditions.

So why on Earth should I be afraid

when I don't have to ask for anything more.

That's just how it is

and just how I like it.