A narcoleptic, insecure, sad, cold. Eza, 19.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Its been such a long time since the last time that I've felt this way. Feeling like I'm alive once again? Butterflies starts to growl inside of me and the sounds of my heart beating could be heard like a bullet trains operates its lane without stopping. And this time, it feels like I don't have to be disappointed and having the fears like a lava. Cause I know he won't disappoint me, and if he would, I'm fully prepared. Its like a sad melody, he's a fetish in my life that will never fades away. Desolated in a deep ocean, I will always have rushes red on my cheeks when I think of him.

I'm glad that I met you.

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