minutes passed.
i am here, sitting still with a warm mug in front of me. the substance is dancing along, to the wave formed by the silver spoon.
it is raining outside, just a warm summer drizzle. the clouds—they form an odd color. tantalizing.
what am i waiting for?
simply nothing. i am here, to listen to the tale of universe. the tiniest details of heartbeats that often gets dismayed by the eyes.
cheesy you may call, but it is quite comforting. to be aware of the universes that revolves around you, and let loose yourself in the dizziness and buzz as well. charming.
oh look, now my earl grey tea has gone cold.
