The pointless clouds that we give stories to.
Purity of angel wings.
Blank page that holds so many ideas.
Innocent cries of a child.
Cleanliness of laundry tumbling.
Wind whistling your hair into its control.
Whipped cream that tickles your throat.
Freshness a tic tac can bring.
Vanilla relaxing you.
Comfort of a fluffy pillow.
Sweet kiss of a mother.
Clarification; it wasn't you.
White can give you a sense of yourself.
March 4th, 2013
