Nowhere.

Broken devices,Left over vices.Silken memories of by-gone days,People going their different ways;But I want to stayHere in this nostalgia.Don’t wake me.Don’t wake me. I saw the dust fall,The aftermath of bombs,But I’m safe.I’m safe.And I’m sorry. They said four-hundred people died,Many injured, I replied.How many mental scars,From a memory that repeats.It repeats.It repeats. I see...