Arriving and leaving..

The days passing,or is it me passing the day?i wonder..think..feeling nothing..Not sad,not happy,nothing again..Its a serene evening,back on the terrace as usual,listening to music,watching the metro trains pass byevery few minutes..Few weeks left now,then i'll be leaving,neither happy nor sad,maybe a bit of both..So what next?I was wandering aimlessly,never thought i'd come here,and obviouslywhen we… Continue reading Arriving and leaving..