it was 7.40 pm, in the bus, all worn out on my journey home
when the next song played in my ipod was
evil by interpol
and in that very moment, i am back in those days
walking my way home through sir fredd schonnel
i could feel how the grass smells at 3 am
how the kettle potato chips taste
how chilling the air could be at dawn
how good it feels waking up next to the person you once loved
how laughter and stressed mixed up together on the labs
i really missed those times at brisbane