Où ?

Withered tree leaves scratching the concrete pavement.

Closed are my eyes, opened is my mind and a voice deep inside.

Nil stars hanging far behind, just a curtain of darkness and spots of lights in my sights.

Where are you taking me, to a place that I’ve never been to?

Where am I drifting, towards a space that only exists in my dreams?

Let the gales penetrate between my opened palms.

Let the smoke circulate in my inner.

The future blurred vividly, as the sparks of the cigarette butt.

Back to where I was, where I am supposed to be.

Où ?