Lips don't lie

Sweet summerly taste-a blue sky and a scent of cinnamon.
When I tasted this morning, I realized the sun's smile filled me with energy I was longing for for a long time.
Energy that was frozen by the re-disovery of the northern cold, by the re-dicovery of a past, by the re-discovery of beautiful friendships, by the re-discovery of "A happy day!".
"Oh my happy day...how have I missed you!"
"I had washed my sense away-by a numness I had brought about myself"

The smell of fresh café-the sweet summerly taste of a morning filled with sun-
a drop of the juice the night before had refreshed my memory of Spanish Nights.
Lips don't lie!
Light headed-up for a new challenge -liking the open windows and curious to find out how far I can open them-and what I will feel. Lips dont lie!
They like a new taste, they like the slow discovery of something new, the hessistant drying of a drop of juice, the way they go on a journey to undiscovered shores. Yet, this time the unlikely event of a fall on the head-won't permit a memory loss- thus my lips won't forget the spanish taste anytime soon.
Surprise me sweet summerly taste! I love surprises.