i like to listen to the cold rain falling down in the garden outside my window. i like the sound that it makes when it hits the dead leaves lying in the ground. i like the taste of coffee and cigarettes in the morning light. i like to let my mind drift and float away, ... and i like the way that feels. i used to like blue eyes and funny smiles. and the smell of your clothes in the morning. there is a lot i used to like. and now i'm just not sure anymore.