State of Emergency

It’s well into the night and you stumble upon songs from the past. The past just reincarnates with the melodies. You feel both the happiness of seeing old friends, and the pain of being aware of the fact that they will never return. You need to talk to someone, someone who had been to where you’d been. You need someone to alleviate that pain, or to share that burden. It’s an emergency, and you suddenly realise how much you miss not just Spain, but also the uni.