when i died, send me postcards to heaven.

when you decide to take my hand and fill the empty spaces between the fingers,
i can feel the rush of the warm blood beneath my skin.
the arteries are going wild.
the blood vessels freak out.
the sacred touch of your hand flows in the blood from my fingers right up to my chest.
the 4 chambers of my heart are beating and pumping your name ridiculously.
ridiculous and hard
i tried to deny this feeling.
but my body system can't.
my nerve send me weird impulses.
that made me smiled involuntarily.
and sometimes cried continuously.

ps : mungkin vistana tak perlu letak aircond sejuk bagai nak mati.