ready or not

it fell the love in its knees,
thanking me for the manner I crayon it

it stamped the moment, the happiness
and... [my fantasies came to life]

any pains, worries, and fears
got drifted in nothingness, letting light in

choreographed by earthly passions,
I'm glorified stylishly in a healthy splendor

my smiles cast out the debilities of some
who reproachfully stare at my colors' tempo

I'm the music's realm, I'm the party's altar,
ready or not, welcome to me, — soul

πŸ“–

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs