candleburn

It was half-past seven on a summer night, People were strolling outside, Aimlessly, looking for an adventure walking on the meandering path It was half-past seven A father with his son and daughter were playing outside their happy laughter could be heard from afar The sun was still blazing For a brief instant, all my worries were dissolved I was in the present moment Watching the city hustle and bustle from afar I took a deep breath wishing for it to last Just for an additional moment, I wanted to forget my past.

Let's face it — how can a person describe his/her quirky traits or behavior? The thing is that what I find quirky can seem completely normal to someone else, right? Or, my quirkiness might seem a bit strange, not in the most positive way. So what does even “quirky” mean? one of the many definitions is — “something that is strange/not normal but cool.” My list must be odd, that’s for sure, please note that there is no specific order: 1. Books / Wet grass /Perfumes/Detergents /Gasoline scents. It had all started when I was a young girl, That’s when I’d begun to get intoxicated with smells — of all kinds. The smell always had some kind of consoling connotation or a reference to an important person in my life. I remember liking the smell of cars’ gasoline, I could just smell it until it had made me feel nauseated. There’s no particular reason for it, maybe it was due to my father’s deep love for cars, and that’s how my mind connected the dots? My mind