Until I can make it on my own
Going home from a quick day and I passed by a market to buy confections. It was owned by Asians. What struck me as funny was having to converse with them in Spanish. I was already confused enough as I was. They greeted me warmly and I should not have been perplexed, why should I?
On my way back, I found myself overwhelmed by emotions, feeling as if a double-decker bus just ran over me in a dark and empty street. Next thing I knew tears rolled down my eyes...
It was frustrating. I have not had tears in awhile, not since... I do not even want to bring it up. I arrived at the top of the hill and loitered around a bit with the nice view. It had never felt so bittersweet.
I arrived to the darkness that followed me all the way from London, and the tears dried on their own.
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