passing by

ever feel this strange feeling while you are passing by a shop filled with everything that you want.

shimmering table lamps,
mesmerizing paintings of flowers in frames,
scented candles that i swear, it could erase all your worries away,
beautiful tiny little things which i don't know what on earth those things were, but yeah, it was definitely beautiful.
the air inside it was just right,
the classical music, still ringing in my ears.
the smell, so sweet.
oh man, it's coming back to me now

heaven.it was like you are this little girl,
eyeing on something,
aiming persistently
knowing that you'll never have it,
as time goes by,
that each day you walk by this shop,
you realise that you never really need it,
it was just the pleasure of wanting it.


i think i can spend my whole life inside this shop. i would really like to.

or maybe

passing by this shop would just be enough to give me joy and pleasure.

yeah, i think I'll just let it pass by.
:)

* a tribute to lovely lace shop* :)