Hey November

Hey November,

You remind of the chilly wind that flows through my half-broken window which is about to almost broked in pieces. The hot simmering tea in my lap...alongside my favorite book....that reminds me...the life in heaven..........I have never thought of it....still in my childhood memories...I used to be the person....to go in a heavenly....place everyday.....and coming back....in the thundering stormy nights were....the demons of my

...heaven..........come back come back...

Hey....hey...I want to go back...

Hey hey, I want to go back.

Plz, come November......fast.

My heartbeat is getting faster and faster.....as it reminds..me of the.....my heaven......where I belong......where I used to go

.....where I was always 

Going......

Plz, come my dear November...

I am awaiting you in November.........

I am waiting for my heaven......