Walking along those nostalgic roads feels breathless. From the cracks down this old, ancient road, to the mild scent of gasoline from the center of town. These roads are drawing me back to them. It feels intoxicating. This sensation is overwhelming, perhaps filling. As easy as the call of my name, the trance is broken. This wind blows away those familiar, but saddened faces I used to know. As I face the voices calling for me, it's a new day.
