It's funny how a certain feeling grows without we intend / realize it until we need to let it go...
then you'll realize your heart is kinda bonded to it
then you'll realize your heart is kinda bonded to it
What particular feeling.. not sure.. but it certainly hard to let go.
Didn't really have any special affection when I entered this place
The unit numbered 101
But now when I gotta move
I really dont wanna leave this place
In its most ordinary way
And few verbal complains I've said
Nothing I can ask for more from it
Other than to be a comfort place to rest
And it has given me so perfectly without a single grumble
By always being that place that has sheltered me here from the world out there
Srangers, rains, cold, spits, cigarettes..
For your most ordinary way.. thank you 101.Ps. Now I should learn to cherrish GZ while I still have time before I say goodbye!