Dumbas-writes - Kushhh

Now, it doesn't feels different.

Now, all those untouched part of my skin is being touched by some unknown hands.

Now, even when any known hand touches those known part of skin it feels unknown.

Clementine is me.

somewhere we're all connected with the red strings <3

I hate small talks... no I ain't here to say a hi only. Let us just forget about the existing world at three in the morning and deeply mesmerize in  each others word. Somewhere I heard, dark night shows your dark side. And dark side reflects the lightest shade of your spirit. It truly describes who is actually the person within the materialistic body.

Maybe we both would sit at the edge of my terrace and you'll explain what excites you. But the conversation start with the things which you hate the most, the reason behind your last break down and maybe the most embarrassing thing you witnessed. I promise there will be just us and the crescent moon witnessing our stupid conversation. Maybe three turns to four or moon invites early sun to visit us but I'm gonna hear all your stories.

Just the idea of two sane people sharing insane  things in deep makes my heart flatter like the conversation would never meet an end. I also belive in happy endings. So, we gonna end it with you sharing with me things that excites you,  things that make you fall in love or the very name of your first crush. And please with the first spark of sunrise, we will promise each other that we gonna forget all the things we confessed. Promise?

~k

It's always been me tiptoeing to kiss you and not you bend down to kiss me.