Seven thousand miles and more away Distant from my mind Lies that which I used to call home Alas now, my memory faded.
Though still, I remember the cacophony of harsh sounds, the myriad of car horns ever so rambunctious, frightening, yet so vital, contributing to the atmosphere, the life of the city.
The bustling noise of the crowd. Sound passes through my head, the language is foreign, only to be drowned out by, the roaring firecrackers, scaring evil spirits away.
Much now have I forgotten, but still I’ve yet to forget, the ravenous crackling fire, as it devoured joss paper,
the vibrant fireworks, soaring towards the heavens, radiating vivid colors to bleak, dreary night skies. As if a brush to a canvas, an explosion of beauty.
So close and yet so far, out of grasp, but still within my heart, mind, soul, within me remain fleeting memories serving to remind me, of a beloved location. Seven thousand miles and more away.