not today

not long ago, i left fragments of me behind - the bus tickets, the receipts, the sweet wrappers, the brochures, the leather skin diary, thinking that i should never leave a trace of evidence of me liking that city. nothing should lay around to remind me of what i loved.

today, my mind wandered off on its own, pounding on some thoughts about the city - puffs of frozen breathe, the food, the smell of the coffee lingered in the air of the old streets, the grocery stores, the asian market, the parks, the birds and that big fluffy tail cat. 

i want to go back again, really.

not today and  might not be tomorrow.

but one day, i will. 

one day. i will.