Miss that crazy town in the cusp of clouds. Those smoky cafes, strums of guitar. Forgotten alleys, ancient houses. Stray children, playing between random rays of sun. Hazy evening strolls. And bookstores selling antiques..names of previous owners scribbled on cover pages.

Looking for a moment like that, I whiled away all my time waiting to find you. I didn't.

And now look! What a blunder. You're here. Fuck


Mansi said...

hope things go fine!

Tan said...

have not read such an apt discussion of a place "oh so beautiful" in last 2-3 years...
n coming to last part... u get it when u expect it the least!