One day you'll wake up to unfamiliarity coated on your skin, your heart shall heave a thunder within and you'll gaze at the stars in the day.

On a summer afternoon of May, you'll shut your eyes and lay,

Lay still as the dead beneath the mud, brown and gray.

Probably thinking of how furiously days just fell by and you're here today, strong with no fear.

No fear of what had happened yesterday.

You'll slowly tuck your poison filled veins, with sweet memories in a tray,

You'll be lost in time craving to have it all back again.

You'll watch the sky turn pink, purple and all the colours, beaming out through the prism in rays

You'll breathe,

Breathe deep enough to have your toxic thoughts

Run over wild with nostalgia.

You'll try to forgive yourself one last time.

You'll fold up your sins neatly and kick them under your bed for no one to see.

You'll carefully examine the coffee burns

As you immerse yourself in thr shallow sea

You'll get up and almost fall on your knees,

Avoiding your eyes from threatening out all that you feel.

You'll turn around just one last time to take a glimpse of this bread baked town.

You'll shut your eyes

And pretend that, when you'll be here the next time,

You won't step a foot aside.

Even for a mere dime.

You'll never leave this tragic town

For a city

As all it will offer is a gold's mine.

~A