Things happened so suddenly. Neither I realised this was going to be like this way either. It feels like flying in sky despite of not having wings. Or you can say despite of having broken wings? The smell of caffeine's felt better with this feeling. What is it called Jeongguk? Can you name it ? Maybe like clouds trying to spread across all over the sky without being held back? Maybe like clouds crying tears without the fear of being whoooshed?

Muse. That golden voice of yours, blended with sugar and chocolate, also the bittersweet smell of caffeine surrounding it to make it surreal. How am I supposed to not look at you in that way?

-she , the admirer.