the taste of pitta bread drowned in butter
the smell of pinapple freshly diced into chunks
the sight of a gentle butterflies flutter
the sound of meditating spiritual monks
the taste of freedom for a trapped possom
the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer
the sight of blooming buds and white blossom
the sound of an electro acoustic strummer
the taste of cheese, especially brie
the smell of creme on my mothers skin
the sight of the number twenty three
the sound of cheers suggesting a win
the taste of a chip , better when lent
the smell of malibu the morning after
the sight of an ego boosting comment
the sound of giggling and roaring laughter
About Me
- Creative Cravings
- I don't mind if you despise this blog,yes it's great if you enjoy it, but rather selfishly, it's for me.It's oddly comforting knowing that my little opinion is floating around in cybersapce and will always be here.
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