Hello, HP,
My old friend.
I found myself writing here again,
I found myself smiling here again.
A trip down to memory lane,
where I have grown up drained.

It has been a while,
My dear chamomile —
A place that gave me comfort,
A place that gave me stomach flutters,
Blood on my veins alive throughout my body.

Hello, HP,
My old friend.
I have missed you all.