BlackVan

Refreshing. Like the smell of freshly mowed, wet green grass. Exquisite. Like the picture-perfect view of the sun shying away on the horizon of the beach. Earnest. Like the sound of a baby's innocent, heartfelt laugh. Treasured. Like the taste of the freshly baked chocolate-chip cookies your grandma bakes. Distinct. Like the soft touch of your favourite woollen rug, waiting for you in front of the fireplace. All is well. Nothing good can last forever. Unloved. Like the feeling of uncared for grass, dry, weak, and yellow. Hysteria. Like the sound of a girl yelling 'SHARK!' shortly before she's dragged under. Doubtful. Like