There are days when I think of you and the tears that roll down my cheeks taste like the ocean....
And it's on those days when my heart turns into a sponge, drowning in the salty waters.
Some nights these waters taste like rose water and on these "some nights" my heart become the seed and my body the cracking vase that bears a blossoming flower.
And on other days these eyes are desert dry to the thought of you...
And it's on these type of days that my heart smiles as it knows better sunny days are yet to touch this garden.