the only thing which was on my mind in the past hours
was strawberry wine
how i used to get terrible drunk with the lovely imitation of strawberrytaste
i miss the cotton candy in my brain
everything seemed to be fluffy and beautiful
and funny
dancing around in cute dresses running over fields in the darkness of the night
holding hands with teresa or serpil or any random guy
now 'drinking' always ends up with too much drama,tears and broken hearts
i miss summer
the first time in my life
but at the same time i enjoy april rain
dark grey clouds
and leonard cohen
famous blue raincoat