++ Come ++

"Come to that place of old,
A place we called 'sanctuary',
Where harsh reality reached you not,
And your life you took control.

Come to that place of old,
Fear not, we've been there many times,
You survived and still stood tall,
One more visit shall do no harm."

The voice of the past calls me,
And breathes the air of nostalgia,
Alluring, bewitching,tempting,
And I know not how to resist.

Sydney (Ashburner Street), 29th January 1:15am