In a pool of stars that twinkle at night
The only one among the beautiful flower arrangements and hues in the garden in spring
With all the seemingly monochromatic and polychromatic combos there are in a color wheel
The kind of pebble I find in the longest coastline I know
Or the one attention-getting clothes there is in a piled up display
I have not met that someone who detonates the bomb in my soul then, blasts me off like a flammable gas, cooks the shrapnel in a steamer and ghosts me up like a vapor to greet the shave less mother space yet. Someone who sends a jolt of rumbling thunder in my tranquil life causing the airplanes to crash, unloading the weights I have and starting a wide forest fire in my scheduled and organised moment of rest.
Hey, I just haven’t met you yet. 😉