heading to your city
We used to be the inhabitants of a country called youth. We used to be always together there, not in the same city, but we know we’re together. Now we’re getting older without watching each other grow. I get wiser; you get smarter. I hope by the time we both face each other again you’ll still remember how I look. If it looks so bad, well, I don’t normally look that way. Perhaps that’s what I’ve become after the trips. Tipsy trips.