the centre of the home .
That way I can describe my grandma's kitchen at the best !


Almost ‎4 ‏years ago we were alone in that kitchen . it was a strange feeling !

suddenly when she came in I just lost my presents .

like ‎a ‎ black hole she caught me through herself .

as a light window she was shining .

something I couldn't control was pushing me to her .
Her neck .
Her brown hair .
That a smell ...

Ther was a long conversation through the eyes .

I could feel the time going forward slower .


Maybe f r e e d o m that feeling was about .
© mr. nobody