Its so good to be home, to be woken up by cats streaching out on my chest, to hug my brother afer we win a game on Halo, to walk past all the places we used to hang out, to go to the princess and raise that first glass of cider to my mouth.

“A refeshed soul swaggers down through Greenwhich, smilling at every place, person and sight

Some people point and look, some even mutter something about drugs under their breaths.

But he cares not, because for the first time in too long, he feels like he is home.”

Even if all the people that should be there are gone, their laughs echo in the allies, the tables bear their names, scratched in with a key and the places they used to be still burn with the afterimage of their youthfull glory. The feelings strong but god forbid you get to close to them lest you get burned by their fire.