It isn't like me to overthink. But sometimes this mind just won't stop. It speaks as it desires. It relieves me to have this space for myself, knowing that it is safe to say whatever. Oh, how I long for the nights in my home city, with my girl friends.  With our pajamas on and hair braided, Nescafe mugs in our cold hands. Sitting by the patio over-viewing the elite city, and just talk about whatever.

I long for those safe talks.

Long for those breezy nights.

And for those familiar companions.

And how we'd all take turns taking a trip to the kitchen to fetch hot water cuz our drinks got cold as the night progressed.

Wishing them a good health, and that I shall see them soon.