I don’t know who misses you the most, The city or me? The city shows me your name in every nook, I show the poem I’d scapred there...

What you are if you’re not who you are while you stand in front of the mirror, unappreciated of what you see, look or feel. What you are...

There are some people with whom you don’t talk daily. But when you get back on track with them, you can just connect in the same way as...