• sweet_reminiscence 115w

    MOVING ON

    Moving on is green and yellow
    It tastes like a bewildering fever dream, that makes me hardly close my eyes: your name seemed to stay forever on my head.
    It sounds like the heavy rain with rolling thunder.
    It smells like an ocean breeze, with the sign of a new hope and prayers.
    It looks like a bunch of clouds on a sunny day, asked me to find another way, because the past is past. And it will always be left behind.
    It makes me feel like a loser, that I'd never get over you.

    Never....

    ┬ęsweet_reminiscence