Clouded mind

It was a damp afternoon, you’ve told me before these two simple words “never again”, but you didn’t keep your promise. The water droplets splattered upon the ground, upon my shirt. Your eyes looked longingly into mine, you looked down. Ashamed, egregious, disappointed? I looked up, felt the shock from the top of my head down…

A stranger in my own city

Here I am, sitting on my bed at 12am, typing away at what is my conclusion post of the time spent back home for winter break. I cannot fathom how much I will miss this place, but mostly the people, and the food of course. So many things have changed since I’ve been gone and…