listening about england and hearing a british accent still draws goosebumps out, a feeling of connection, a weird melancholic and nostalgic state of mind. is it him, stuck in me so deeply? is it england that i secretly fell in love with?
half a year since we were together and split apart, and i am still so strangely emotionally attached to the world he introduced to me. everything about england seems oddly attractive, and i don't know why. i miss it. i miss despair floating around like a poisonous gas, i miss the mist, the silence, the beauty of a taste that allows no change.