Well… lets see
Way past midnight..
Preferably fiction or fantasy
Pen and paper would do also
And beautiful words to express it
Stormy and rainy afternoons of summer…
A favourite song
Bob Dylan would be wonderful
Any other good song would be great as well..
A window seat fought and elbowed for..
Concrete or Green
Moving and changing shapes every moment
Favourite street food
Unhygienic and full of germs..
A lot of indulgence
Lacks understanding leaving most to imagination
Even at the loss of it….
So much for happiness…Every year thousands of people kill themselves thinking that they are not happy.. well I could say that I am happy…