Past

I can play nice

But I never forget
Nor forgive

That's what people seem to miss

All These Things That I've Done

After almost 5 months
It's time to leave it all behind
Everything I've built with my bare hands

My own life, away from it all

Time to take it all back
My old life, part built by me, part built by luck

It's time
It's time to go home

Stave off

Now that I'm going home
People ask me if I'm excited, if I'm glad I'm returning

Whilst there are mixt feelings
I can't help but feel a bit unsettled about what will I find when I return

Will everything just go "pause/play" and what I've left behind
Continue like nothing happened ?
Is it broken or just latent ?
Can it be repaired or is just an empty shell filled with false hopes ?

Nothing left in the tank, no desire to work
Just .. just get me home

And let me see what's going to happen

Uncertainty kills me

Repairs

For the first time in almost 5 months
The saying "Romanian machine never breaks"
Came to an end

No, not really breaking
It just burned out, no more gas left in the tank

It's time to head home
Regroup, rest, rebuild

Home

Never thought I would be returning there

Wherever it might be

October

I've always had a soft spot for October and autumn in general
It's hard to explain, hard to explain the bitter sweet blues

Autumn has offered so many new starts and sudden endings
It's a time for high hopes and feel good moods

Right now, it only made me miss autumn back home
My true autumn

Right now it's filled with uncertainty

Still, the blues are here and they are nice to have on a cool, sunny morning
Hangin' on a cigarette