Staring at her in the eyes, feeling embarrassed, capturing a blurry and desaturated picture.
Waking up late, acknowledging the sunny day, dancing in the kitchen with the pasta water boiling.
Sleeping under the little faded lights, warming up hugged by a duvet on the couch, drinking an old and ugly cup of vin brulè.
Ignoring, being cynic, getting pissed off, snubbing, smoking.
Feeling the missing, commemorating old time joyes, being nostalgic even before it got ended.
Sweating, chilling in the family cottage, drinking coffee, chatting, losing time.
Pumping the day, flashing the shit outta you, reaching the drop.
I solemnly swear I am up to no good... mischief managed.
Getting and trashing, shouting, escaping, taking revenge and pushing away.
Yo shit, wtfing, explicit, ***, censored.