all these things...

every shade of you, it's like the baby blue sky,
disguised in motives, ethics, and tones, having
dialogues in the syntax of a photo's sentences,
transfixed in your unthinkable fantasy's realm
to a buoyant degree than any realness, defined
candidly by the undefined contour of our love,
sowed in the universe through all these things
just a little bit to bleed in the whispers' colors,
written daily with the ink of a story's prospect

πŸ“–πŸ€πŸŒΏ

beautiful world

tell me something beautiful, she said, — (∂ + m) ψ

give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

i wonder

suddenly

please

and you, my love

Say