The heat fogged up my glasses as I take a sip from my favorite coffee. My only companion is the pen, parchment and the crying of the sky. I took another sip. I couldn't describe much further nor play with words much better. Every time I think of you, the thought is chaos, fingers tangle, tongue lock and I go completely blank as I hear the thunder-like feeling that pumps between my chest. Darling, there are a thousand of words written in the dictionary but I only found one which best describes you; Art. I know I typed too many, yet there is only one thing I am afraid more than not being able to write again and oblivion. I'm afraid of losing you and I won't make the same mistake twice.
—WK
