I saw stars, people laughing and pretty books cover. I heard the sound of wave, crashing on each other, the sound of my mother called me over the kitchen and the quite ticking sound of my clock in the middle of the night. I touched hot cup of coffee, I sensed heavy rain until it hurts, I hold some babies hand. I tasted sweetness of cheap ice cream, bitterness of unknown food and confusing flavor of my own chapstick. I breathed nature, smelled strangers perfume and your perfume maybe. What am I waiting for?
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
I saw stars, people laughing and pretty books cover. I heard the sound of wave, crashing on each other, the sound of my mother called me over the kitchen and the quite ticking sound of my clock in the middle of the night. I touched hot cup of coffee, I sensed heavy rain until it hurts, I hold some babies hand. I tasted sweetness of cheap ice cream, bitterness of unknown food and confusing flavor of my own chapstick. I breathed nature, smelled strangers perfume and your perfume maybe. What am I waiting for?
