like the feeling of a perfect kick.
that certain sound when your foot slams against the ball.
like the smell of the field with its grass freshly cut.
the feeling of nothingness with each step.
without hesitation.

like the excitement you feel when you head a curving ball.
the ecstasy whenever you score a goal after a lenghty run.
the feeling of a well-placed pass.
that faint satisfaction when you absorb a high ball with your chest.

like the scent of a freshly spun cotton candy.

its unique taste and texture.

you feel each strand melting inside your mouth.

the elation that captures you after each bite.
that peculiar feeling whenever you see it being spun right before your eyes.




cannot be compared to what i feel whenever you say you love me


About delamorte

Eherm... A boy with a soiled face who's spent 23 pathetic years trying to make a difference... An old man trying to talk his way out of his own cage... And the Seer who's trying to poise these two alter egos' rage... You won't find anything interesting enough in me to ask about my real life facts. Trust me, things will get more and more boring once you take that path. Disclaimer : These are just random rants and stories cooked-up out of boredom and prolonged stages of catatonia. Please feel free to troll/criticize my works, i am but a poor soul trying to find my way out of this miserable phase some of you call life, your critiques shall serve as my guiding light.
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