The heart knows nothing but to murmur; the brain needs nothing but a favour.
In the absence of the essence, comes the presence of this instance.
In every breath there is a heavy flow, a flow of emotions into the mind; fleecing the soul with words.
Fleeing this state is termed bliss, flowing with this current is towards the cliffs.
Fleeing this state is termed bliss, flowing with this current is towards the cliffs.
Set in that mindset, sunsets are more desired, sunny days are just a curse.
To charge it all with a smile will make them fear, letting a fresh bloom spread its fragrance- the fragrance for Life.