7 October 2012
She smelt like cinnamon and pancakes.
She tasted like sunshine and the seaside and that twang you get when your parents say their proud of you as a child. No, thats wrong.The twang when you eat for the first time in days and everything just seeks okay. That momentarily feels like your hearts being ripped out for fraction of a second and replaced with a pulsating star, shining rouge red surf intensity that radiates from someone you know has lived a good life. A feeling that makes you wonder if your heart was there in the first place at all.
London Underground • Opuss № I