Punya Ita

Coldness.blanket.larva.procastinate. Ah, you forget  to turn off the light.

Out of the plan nothing can remain deep inside, no more pain roaring like a hard rain and heart, no more interminable plain King, let the empire win end is just another start that begins irridiculously harmonising no disguise, love is real! January 14th, 2020 happy learning!

And here it comes, a suffocating end sitting on the toilet and let the tissue grappling eyes, tears breaks the heart apart when our hands can no longer touched. Crowds might consider us as a fairy tale but as you said, it is more likely a fan fiction than a tale, fresh and just too dreamy for the beginners even when it comes to exceeding the borders. Winter is too cold for our barefootness like the dishes that refused to wash itself but your hands Fighting against the freeze, arguing land or sea but here it comes, an airport the sign for goodbye. Can you please play one more lullaby? 12th January 2019, no longer under the blanket and your hug.