a high and a half...

vanilla... she's started loving the smell...

jiving alone on a stormy night under the stars as her vanilla scented hair played around and kissed her nose she has a sly smile.. only she knows where she has been...

she anticipates now... she's less afraid to hope coz she's reached an acceptance...

wishing on a shooting star as she lights the lamp made of old guitar strings with a candle in it (yes.. vanilla again) she knows that this is a feeling that will never fade...