When I came home a few months back, I didn’t expect a lot of things to be the same. I didn’t expect zero changes towards the places I left for so long. I didn’t expect too much. I anticipate. Camouflage on.
When I left the place to come home I didn’t want the reminiscences to be left scarce. I didn’t want anything to be deserted. Or isolated. I’d cry. Camouflage on. And off.
My heart glitters for the smallest things, why the big wave?
Do you think the sun won't shine this time?
Are you breathing only half of the air?
Are you giving only half a chance?
Wake up, the sun has been up for ages.
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