281. Indescribable, the things you do to me.

The world is an ink of darkness.

Even if night sky is filled with breezes, or with pellets of rain.

The words come so easily to my mind.
The feelings roll on my tongue, linger on my lips.

The laughter is a gust of happiness.
I don't have to conform, neither do you.
We don't need anything else other than this.

Me.
You.
Our nights.

And I think, I'm starting to fall in love with you.

Again.
God, help me.