Of strangers’ smiles and shiny eyes
Over the hills and far away…
Chronicles of my hometown visit this year, as narrated to a friend, and my diary.
Random ramblings about where I used to live until May.
I dream of you not just on windy nights.
This is about me. Not her.
To write, or not to write.
Last December, I went to my hometown. Yeah.
A love song. Imagined.