●Little Things●
The sound of an ice cube melting inside a glass of water is one of my favourite sounds.. I find it strangely beautiful that the cracked, melted ice cube still holds the ability to become an ice cube again while the fact that it won't be the same ice cube ever again hurts me a little.. The smell you get while lighting a match, the smell of wet mud; I don't really know what heaven is actually like or if it even exists, but I'd like to say that those fragrances are heavenly.. The taste of the water freshly filled in a new earthen pot, for me, cannot be compared to the taste of anything else in the world. The feeling of wind blowing through my hair is one of the best feelings.. it's one of the very few selfless caresses .. no expectations, asking nothing in return.. just pure embrace. I like to observe the sky.. the patterns and the images the clouds form.. Someone once said that "Everytime an artist dies, God lets them paint the sky to say goodbye" and t