Cocomilkeuu

passionfruit.

I was just lost, just lost in some nostalgic veils of the perfume of passionfruit.

It was dusk, and I went upstairs to watch the beautiful sunset. The sky had  a pale pink hue with an astonishing glint of white smithereens of clouds.
Suddenly, a sweet aroma embraced the surrounding. I looked around myself, being unfamiliarly familiar with the feeling. 
It was like a song that you heard many years ago and it still triggers a certain part of your mind when you listen to it- probably the most delicately nostalgic part of mind.

So through the misty dusk I stared, as far as I could;
to find something maybe?
no, it wasn't the origin of the perfume,
but my lost feelings, that wanted to find themselves in the smell.