You do all of these, don't you? I do. //caption// (Do not like this blindly. That's like the biggest disrespect ever. Criticism welcome!) You wait for the peacock to enthral you with its dance. You wait for the tide to grow more with every full moon. You let go of a chance of treating your eyes to the new sun rays. You let that camera lens take charge, instead. You smell the plumeria, and it reminds of a night you wish would dissipate into perfumed smoke. Don't you? Because I do, love. I take every chance I get at deception and deceive myself of the acid running through my veins.
