A delayed poem

A delayed poem

To Prague,  and the girls who made everything better. I miss waking up to the sound of nothing. The sun light that woke us up each morning, even when we didn’t want to, I miss that. And whenever I touched the apartment floor, I miss the crackling sound of old shattered wood. I almost wished …

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Life is: a bottle of wine and a pack of peanuts! 

Days go by. They fly really. In the midst of all the assignments, essays and other work I have to do, I thought I’d give you a snapshot of my life lately. Autumn has officially hit Prague. Streets have been covered in leaves and I finally get to wear scarves and hats! Other than that, …