Missing Home

Whenever your scarf just don’t seem to give you the warmth, which you need. …. When your winter gloves don’t seem to satisfy your mind whenever you wear them.. …. Whenever your coat didn’t seem to be a shelter for your heart.. — You miss the way to home, where the lights forever shined on

London

I bring my lips to the lid from my Starbucks cup. Taste of the sweet coffee, bringing me to life again, every morning, until the scent of old cigarettes are imbricating my sweet habit for waking up.. — Burberry scarf, tight around my neck, I breathe a sigh; looking at this city and I wonder why

Whiskey

The liquid forms a warm feeling in my stomach, of not turning back to my old crashed life.. I look at the old yellow train tickets, forgotten and laying on the old mahogany table where they always stayed.. This place looks like my new home, thousand postcards of peace on the floor, sweet scent of