My flashlight ain't missing.

Today, I was wedged in the middle of a barrio. As I walk past through a dark alley on my way home, the feeling has been very nostalgic. There were flashbacks from the past that I never thought would make me consider going back in this place where I once lived. I can still see myself as I grab my apartment keys, enter the room and visualize my part chatting with my family members of how my day went and so on. But of course, I would be deemed as crazy if I do that because I’ve lived alone in this countryside. This isn’t the exact place where I really wanted to live. This place is also not the area where I was born and raised. This place, you would never know where.