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Going Away

I´m not walking away, I'm being late.
I'm not ignoring the precious teachings that our elders sowed in our hearts neither am I rebeliously following one of many earthly desires.
I'm not cutting off the strings of brotherhood that attached our porpouses together.
I'm not making stupid decisions in order to call the attention of those who worry for the sick nor the attention of those who nose around looking for a story to feed from.

No, I'm not doing any of that.

I'm standing still while the flock keeps walking so I can have aglimpse of the sky downing behind us.
I'm waiting for the night to cover me with its mystery, an let the memories cloud my mind just before falling asleep by the meadow.
I'm making sense of our story together and so far away from each other Simultaneously.
I'm contemplating the beautiful irony of being so blind.

Yeah, those are some things you can't do among the flock.

I can't say I won't miss the confort of your sheepherding, I can´t say I won't miss you while I'm away.
But I can say, that there are some other things that I would hate missing among the flock.

If we ever see each other again, I will apologize for being late
but I will also have thousands of stories about sunsets and meadows to make up for my tardiness.

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