bliss
is a man singing me poetry,
bliss
a man playing a flute.
bliss
is when i am speechless, when i cannot fight back, when my ego is slashed.
bliss
is when wind blows my hair away from my face.
bliss
is riding on my brothers bike and us singing out nonsensical songs aloud.
bliss
is talking to a friend and getting a perspective, a compeletely new line of thought that you could never lay your hands on
bliss
is finding out soemthing new about someone you have known for ages and even then it is just in time.
bliss
is waiting for a text message and getting it when you have lost hope.
bliss
is YOU.
bliss
is not wanting to wake up from the bed and not feeling guilty about it.
bliss
is being commfortable in your skin
bliss
is listening to different versions of your favourite track.
bliss
is listening to music and songs so beautiful that you cannot decide which one was better.
bliss
is reading someone writing your heart out
bliss
is shedding a tear when you kiss.
bliss
is finding out that someone is better than you expected.
bliss
is people living upto your expectations.
bliss
when you can be mad at someone without the fear of losing him/her.
bliss
is the capacity of zero expectations.
bliss.
is ME.
bliss
is the capacity of zero expectations.
bliss.
is ME.