she was colouring my monotonous, greyish life with simple innocent smiles. standing in front of me like she could see my soul while my words ran away and I sat there trying to figure out my next move after screaming her name.

hey, little girl, I wish I were better at this, I hope I can touch you with smiles as pure as yours someday and our laughters echo in an almost empty room as we lay in a single bed in a Sunday morning.