i was bored as hell so i thought i might as well take a tour around the plan seemed sound until i saw a board hanging off a house so i headed off into that direction in spite of -deep in my heart- conflicted completion i asked them to brew a coffee pot for three times but i knew i should probably not do that but damn i was missing her probably not- but sure a lot so i drank three espressos-no sugar i needed that for i needed to get high on caffeene and the rest remains to be seen (travel to pokahara. sitting on a balcony of pokhara java as i sipped espressos and smoked i came up with this poem. i was missing them, her, and a part of me that i had left back home. and yes ROY was taunting me. -_-) -yakaa: jujaa:
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.