there's always something different about a natural breeze and a mere air-con breeze. how the wind came from a million miles somewhere else to blow through your hair, and you know the air-con is just processed air.
there's something different about how the rain came from a thousand miles above to splash on your cheeks, while the water from the shower's just controlled by a flick of a switch.
coming home at a forbidden time that you decide..
sweet, is the taste of freedom.
and lonely, too.
tsesin 
spoke at : 2:00 PM