Soup and more soup. And a knot of anxiety inside your stomach. Films, in between, perfectly in harmony with a twisted head. Memories of a room, and the boundless excitement in the fragrance of your breath. I long, like a poet's dream, I long for you.
3 comments:
Oh, films. They make the twisted feeling seem not too out of place. Which is both good and bad.
This is very romantic
Anushka : :)exactly, my friend.
Shreya : :D
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