I would take the sound of
A hotel bar being quiet for one second,
The sound of nothingness in Glasgow
And the sound of my baby cousin laughing.
I would take the smell of
freshly baked cookies just coming out of the oven calling my name,
The smell of a subway following me down the street
And some bins spreading their stink all over the alley.
I would take the taste of
Fesh chocolate swimming past my taste buds,
An apple waiting to be eaten in my papas back garden
And the rage on your Toung when you bite into something spicy.
I would take the sight of
An airport after a very very VERY long flight,
Monkeys swinging around the jungle as if they had lost their heads
And Celtic winning against the rubbish rangers 5-0.
I would take the touch of
The most fluffy cat fur in the whole entire world,
Sand paper being surprisingly smooth
And a baby’s blanket lying in a cot.