b l o g . l e k c h a n . c o m

When my hand reached the cloth

It is hard for me to know if it is dry

It is getting colder in TPE

Everything is.

There was soft spongy cloud underneath the crusty surface
Filled with banana aroma and crunchy walnut
Not overly sweet, you know i am not a big fans of sugar
I savor every bites with care

I kept the brown velvet ribbon, the red spiral candle, and its flower shaped stand
Not sure if you have noticed,
you have taken with you, a share of me.