"hey there, how are you?"
in instance, i was drown into his word
his deep, firm voice attracted every bits of cell in my body
his face was unseen, neither his shadow
but his presence, i could recognised
"hi again, you" i shyly answered
i could feel his breath swept my hair back,
slowly he touched my shoulder,
and he seemed to express his lone existence
"may i be your company?"
i smiled, nodded, and walked down the quiet aisle
"tell me, how will it end?"
"it never started at the first place"
"no, it has. now tell me, what kind of ending are you proposing?"
i believed there was a tickling smile that reminded me how imaginative this could be
my skin was stoned cold
and my lips mumbled things i've secretly hid
two, three, or maybe four people walked by,
and stared at me strangely as i talked to myself
i began crying,
my tears burst like the ocean flows its waves
the fragrance that captivated my rough soul suddenly disappeared
the soft tone of his whistling has vanished
"i'm sorry that i need to let you go"
the warm wind blew remarked his approval
"thank you for being here, you. thank you for being mine. thank you and goodbye"
yes, it was the end
aaand, a lil bit of #ootd in the post, aye?
wore: vintage neon-green sweater & bw blazer, romwe painted skirt, windsor smith brogue, kmart blue shirt
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