S omething is really feel so uncomfortable
U nder my skin, deep in my heart
N ot the things that can be written easily, make me such a lousy writer
S hould you understand what makes ‘waiting’ turns into a cruel ‘verb’
E normous feelings about you
T hough, you’re still gone, for thousands of miles
Photo by: Andita and Anila
-Anila Tavisha, 23th January 2014
