Running chasing bus,
Getting somewhere,without any worries,i s
Freedom,

Standing in the first and last rain showers,is
Sorrow or pain ?,

Throwing yourself on someone else,is
Relief,

Taking the breeze inspiring,is
Wonderful,

And out of blues is this strange aesthetic,which has no shape neither it stimulate any of your senses,will stuck to your chest piercing your skin and viscera straight upto that beating heart,whose whole oscillations will be reset to that same time of hitting you,
No I will not say or write,
Nope
, you know what it is.