So as to appear to be delicately pacing forth with my azure stilettos,
inhaling the familiar scent of the establishment,
reminiscing bygone and not that old memories
as nostalgic feeling fills me up.
Gently closing my brown eyes, I’ve said it once again.
Telling my own kind of story
where as who knows if it has happy ending?
not that happy ending?
or completely downhearted ending?