The only perfect moment that could exist is the one that have been dwelling for years in my head. Such figments and imaginations of mine jauntily play in my mind like a kiddie amused on a dell with all the dahlias, or whatever gorgeous flowers please the eyes.
I'm ever preoccupied with the fascination on profusion of stars under a midnight breeze of the winter fling wind, and wrapped with another damsel's arms. Plus the simplicity of holding hands while exuberantly chatting about nonsensical things, or other gibberish yet extraordinary topics that we could ponder upon. I ain't so sure if I have ever met the peaches of my life, or probably I had met her, I just don't know it was going to be her. Perhaps, I already saw her one time but accidentally blocked by an 18-wheeler truck. Or she's still making memories with other people.
Damn, I'm really oversentimental. Sorry for the gush of fanciness I am deluging here. Maybe, I just need a hot milk and a bunch of cookies... oh desires.
Blogs of oversentimental thoughts, exploration of ideas, and a bit of unwonted (or unwanted) experiences.
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