I used to despise the smell
But now I can't get enough.
I'm addicted to
Sitting with my sky soft blanket,
Short hair between my finger's,
Curled in a ball with a book in my lap,
Escaping into a world beyond my believing.
And the smell conforms me
When I open these pages in the future
They will smell of coffee
And be fatter with the memories I have made reading the ink.
Such simple things.
I will always remember the taste
4 sugars
Chocolate dipped in to add such sweetness
That I will never be able to eat alone again.
It will always have to be coated in bitterness.
But this what I love.
You see me most content when I am alone in your eyes.
But I am surrounding by my best friend's, that may be or not human
And the warmth that I know I will always have.
Cause I am addicted to the simple things.