Shoot.
The sky is purple. Tints of reds and blues...

If only I could write a sonnet, sigh
perhaps, my thoughts could get well organized...

In the roots,
I find my past feeding from the present...

I never wanted to be the sun
but surely enough...

i
at midnight...

my baby
splashes smiles...

I think of you as starry skies
Who hypnotize my dreamy eyes...

At night I dream of suns so bright
Of flowers wilting up with fright...

I bleed and bleed
from the bottom of my heart...

A flower, surrounded by trees,
once said...

Guys!!! Have I ever told you?
I probably haven't, but I love you...

Okay younger me, it might sound crazy or dumb or...
You got to know, that God is Love...