my heart longs for it, for those moments. those days, nights, weeks, months and years walking the lines of many unexpected comings and goings of strangers and not-so strangers, mostly the latter in that life i lived. a life so different from my now. i don't know if i long to go back there altogether.perhaps not.maybe i just suddenly find myself often looking back, lately.
i don't want to blame anything for this.not the weather.not the prolonged nights.nor the sleepless ones.
it's just that, there are moments lately.
moments of remembering. memories thrown back at me by the wind, usually before night. sometimes in the afternoons, like now.
i don't know the answer, the reason, the why.
i just suddenly remember crossing streets in stranger places.