As i sit here at 3 in the morning, just done with my studying, i pick up my new friend and play her. Trying my best not to sing so loud as to wake up my neighbours. It's all so melodramatic.
In my head, flashbacks of when i was in my teen years.. sitting in the living room at wee hours of the morning, playing Jim Brickman or Boyzone in the background. Occasionally whipping out my pencil and notebook to jot down poems that cross my mind.

How did i get here..

It's been 4 years here in Moscow..

Seems like it was just yesterday that i arrived, overwhelming emotions of being completely excited and scared shitless.

How time flies..

sighh