Hatfield breezes, the ones i would feel waiting for you at the Gautrain Station fill up in me. That familiarity awakens. The hotness of Pretoria burns in my memory like i was there just yesterday. the river that needs to be crossed is not an obstacle any longer. the dream I reach for tastes like bliss. The feeling that i feel is as awesome as the first time i felt lust, the first time i knew what it feels like to have a crush. I am bound, not really i am happy to be falling for you again. to be talking about you in my sleep. to be boring my friends with tales about you. you are with me wherever i go, wherever i breathe. you are the essence of who i am. the silverspoon, my everything now.