Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

rough noises in my head, stirs restlessness in your soul; i spy on you… you're fine. 𓇼𓇼𓇼 (check it out)², — each day's moment seems to be like a comic illustration personalized through thoughts; thoughts attached to at least a mesmerizing song, exactly as the love's mood accepts its own ego; own ego has evil ideas that wants to be amused without justifying itself to no one but on contrary; contrary to one it'll be another who's fully exposed and terrified by the fire of stress in an amnesic way;