I love your style

I couldn't help but picture every scene you painted here.

"Do you ever wonder how different your tea smells without mint added and how even your most confined rooms feels vast with eyes closed."

I literally closed my eyes after reading this, just to get the whole feeling of what you were saying.

"Come have your afternoon tea with me, you'd tell me how resting ones' head against cool marble can cure even the worst of headaches"

^ I remember as a child, I always got migraines and I would lay down on a cold floor and it actually made me feel better :P

This poem is beautiful, true and so delicate.

-Liz