Friday, July 8, 2016

Does the fresh breeze of air that passes by you ever come back to you again ?

Air - it's everywhere !!!


Who wouldn't like a fresh breeze of air ? The coldness of it ? The breeze which takes you to a very different world of fantasy , joy and happiness.
Few people you meet in life bring in that f e e l in your life . But as known they disappear like the lovely fresh air to a different place.Never static ! The f e e l remains wanting you to want more. I wish air was static ! At a place ! Constant !

People # I might turn phobic to them #