I didn't think I cared at all. But still, there are some things that bother me. I feel like my heart is fluttering and my heart is pounding. When I burn my tongue on hot, bitter coffee, I remember that I have a sensitive tongue.
The muffled sounds of snowy days sound like mumbling conversation.
Suddenly I want to hug you, Like the warmth of a fluffy cat. Or embarrassing dreams from the past.
But why does my heart feel so tight? It must be heartbreaking.
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Somewhere in Her Room
“She” is here and she can go anywhere. A depiction of everyday life coloured by design and records.
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