Nostalgic

And the rain felt like happiness even in the darkest days.

Life was peaceful, clear. The roads were always leading me to some place where I'd die to be and the skies were never so beautiful.

I remember the smell of the grass outside my room and our messed kitchen. I remember the keys and the long walks to town. I remember the bus rides and those little sweets in all those pretty coffee places. I remember the huge buildings, where knowledge used to be made. I remember the mazes, the games, the fun. I remember the voices, the faces, the hours that I spent with you - Wondering if I would ever see you again.

I remember that feeling - the most lovely of all my existence.