the morning thoughts are breathing the isolation and bliss ‧ seems a melancholy with different flavors in meticulous details ‧ it's about interactions, it's about experience, it's about being so-so, due to the circumstances in which time pilots life down-and-out or cozy ‧ it's a bond of trust that offers openness rather than advice ‧ it's about the deity, which, above all, was/is a best friend since ‧ with all that, i linger on who chided whom first for flirting with feelings