Nostalgia feels.

Floanne, a mademoiselle that is made up of words and thoughts created by her own mind and causes the existence of feeling which no one can express; in thoughts, in mind, but only in her own heart. She named herself lethologica, nearly expressing her but too much to be put into words. Words staying on the tip of her tongue, but can't be said, remaining in her heart. A total aphasia, to be exact. But she is the total meaning of deep passion in words, thoughts, writing, music and life. 

Her daily life consists; a cup of music with a sweet aroma of coffee scents because of her deep love for its smell,  
French fries with different length and thickness for her great mind thinking it was buildings because of her fascination for city lights, a huge sandwich with a lettuce of Floanne's love for tranquil scenarios and broad-leaved trees, tomatoes for her masterly mind of thinking about sunset and daybreaks with huge adoration, a random patty for her random mind doing adoxography, writing non-sense at 3 am, reading a book within a day, trying herself to be her own masterpiece. A mayonnaise for her white pages binded up as books put inside a shelf, ketchup for her mind's superparasitism about
putting a red kissmark on her book's flyleaf, buns for her daybreaking and soft love inside her heart,  a confectionery as icecream because of her childhood's sweet reminiscence with a nostalgia chilling her to the bones, and her favorite pizza itself.


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