So here am i lying on the moist and cold grass of central park... The sweet smell of moist grass is driving me mad... The calm breeze is waving my recently done pompadour...
Being a Sunday, I'm carrying a loose trashed ripped jeans with an old nike T-shirt, i wore my silver bracelet after a while and it does feel raw and rooted.
I'm staring at the biggest flags of our nation... And my head is resting on the lap of a tranquil girl..
The lingering smell of her is overshadowing the smell of grass.. Her warm lap and cozy lap is irresistible and i feel like chopping it off and take it to home with me...
She's drawn into her tab since she has a major exam for tomorrow but she do manage a couple of seconds now and then to look at me and wave a flying kiss while pouting her lips.. I respond with a sweet smile..
