---------☆ 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. ☆---------

; тнυɴ∂єя нєαят

   - what chases me the most is
   the feeling of a breeze,
the smell of cold autumn coming
and the warm touch from a coffee in the morning.

-oh,you have a thunder heart,
it breaks everything,i'm falling hard.
you can't fight against your will,
the worst nightmare you're using is a pill.
-mornings aren't that easy to be escaped,
sun is shining for you,
moon is looking forward you.
a deep thought is holding me,
far away from a disappointment,
i hold a rose just for you,showing you that i care.
-having a rest in those mornings where dreams are never virtual,
sleeping in those nights where nightmares have their places in people's minds and reality and fear lives in them.