It’s cool to be the cold one.
The colder one between the two.
The ice-cream scoop on top of the waffle cone.
Pink in ice-y shades
Crunchy waffle without the dripping sweetness on the side.
Ice- cream being the metaphor for my ‘cool nonchalance’
Where I coolly text back the word ‘cool’ to everything that is ever said.
From the mild enthusiastic sign of happiness to the disappointment when a plan is cancelled.
Every bit is cool.
Nonchalance is like wild lily
That makes no sense
Umm, I just bought a body spray with that fragrance and I just felt like
Yes, of course.
Yesterday, I stood waiting, holding my pink ice cream on a cone.
Inside a cone.
Dripping in the evening heat, parched by the lack of a breeze.
I could smell the wild lily fragrance.
The ice cream looked at me with a self- involved stoic-ness,
she didn’t want to come across as too involved.
You understand right?
Meet me tomorrow?
If you’re not busy?
The new found flavour of detachment.
Is cool like ice-cream
I prefer the
I’d like to meet you tomorrow, I like your company.
Tomorrow same place, same ice-cream?
Yes, of course 🙂