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

Monday, June 6, 2016

I miss the coldness that I breathed in. I miss the little walk while hoping that this moment will never come to its end. I miss on how youth we used to be. Laughing till tears came out, trying a new taste for our buds, buying binch chocolate, saying hello towards kids on their way to school, eating ice creams in the middle of the night till the store closed, and mostly, the adventures while playing snow. I wanted to go back, and be happy and lighten up the youth we used to have. Without thinking any problems or issues. Just... Happiness. I want to feel it again. Just one more time. 

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