One Last Kiss To The Town.

It has been three years since I started my living there in colossal madness of Tronoh. A town once considered so remote, now easily accessible via a good highway and train, whichever method much preferred is a matter of choice. I remember how beer, vodka and Xanax keep me strong there. The night can get chilly there. The weather is unpredictable at its best. Nonetheless, the town was my safe heaven. No one can find me there. They know that I’m there, but making a journey there is quite troublesome for many, I guess, so nobody ever reached me; the part which I love most about the town. You will not find your love there, but you will fall in love with that charming little town. It better be that way, I believe. Three years on I surrounded my life with books, with ample times enough for me to think about what’s going on my life and indulge in my habit of intense drugging and boozing in the comfort of my room. No one is bothering me there. I was living the life of a twenty-year old. For that, I’m thankful. Nothing can take this experience from me. People might confuse this with freedom, but hell this is not the case. Freedom is something else. Freedom was achievable in the first year there, easily. Up until they started to know my name and where I live, that’s when I felt my freedom has been robbed from me. That explains my frequent weekend excursion to the city. Last year has seen a spike in my visit to the city. I restarted the life that made me leave for Tronoh. Life surrounded with people, with ghosts. I voluntarily walked among the many ghosts of the city. Jaded, introspective, nerd of the city. Ghosts undead by the harsh conditions of the metropolis, all of us know one have to be strong here in the city. You fall million times here and you must come back up quick here. Karma acts in a different strange way here. Zero tolerance. I think I’m ready to move back in. Tronoh has been kind enough to give me the much needed solitude. The city awaits me now. Ready to give me a kick for leaving it for the past three years when one day, without notice I packed everything and left believing I had failed. Foolishly. Maybe I should’ve left in the first place. It’s funny how I found comfort among these ghosts now. I remember back then when every single turn that I took brings me to the same destination here in the city. Now, it seems the direction that I took three years ago, which pointed me towards Tronoh, still brings me here, in the middle of this city, right where I belong. I am finally back. Bring it on, city karma! Kick me hard like you’d always do. Give me the madness. I’ll make sure that you’re not the winner, this time around.