Feb 2015
Low lights.
Low hum, clinking of cups, blurred coffee stains on a napkin.
Soft touch.
Soft laughter, squeaking of torn up leather seats,
fogged up windows and bicycle bells.
Fault lines on the top of a crème brûlée
and on the backs of your hands.
Low hum, clinking of cups, blurred coffee stains on a napkin.
Soft touch.
Soft laughter, squeaking of torn up leather seats,
fogged up windows and bicycle bells.
Fault lines on the top of a crème brûlée
and on the backs of your hands.
When my life was changed by a piece of pastry sometime...
