the air around is redolent, of freshly sliced star-fruits, chocolate cakes, perfumes of people trailing, long gone. enveloped with nostalgia and giddiness, ever craving contentment. Sun, the unforeseen antidote, seared and stroked our skins, awakening the flowers and pebbles and happiness, the kind that makes you never want to be inure to cheerlessness again. a dalliance painted bright red, (a scintilla of a love i used to know) one that i want to still be alive and well.
i hope that your days and the Sun have been treating you all wonderfully. (: i just so want to get through tomorrow, unscathed and lucky and perfect.