When I was smitten by someone's aura, I often day-dream into the clouds like a foolish foe. Those dreams we're impractical from what is happening, Those moments we're filled with expectations and a creation of delusions that my stuffed toys find enteirtaining.
Many songs may compliment every delusions, Many artist may try their hard to compose a song from the air of the moment or to pleased their "followers". Yet, none can replicate the essence of feelings and emotions I endure from such experience.
A painting that I could stare for a a long period of time, No matter how long. It was not because it was popular or beautiful, It was out of spite. The fishnet were too thick to catch different fishes, Sadly, i was the fish that got caught.
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RandomWhat may be your life, Its a life worth fulfilling.
