Dim lamps under the majestic forest. Butterfly bushes of such scenery. Green cuddling the pink, blue and array of floral. Lights of trillions above. Summer chill of the dark. Do you adore it as I do I ask? You lay out the secrets on paper. You tell me the very distant things within them. For you came with your soul into my very presence. Opened my gates to enter my world. You pushed yourself onto me without notice to ensure we do indeed become one. Beatty eyes wondering if you would freak me out as I run my finger on your cheek and fall upon deeply into those very eyes that sparkle even in the dark of nights. Tell me everything as I say with urge. Tell me. Don't sugar coat it. And one by one. Every dark secret comes out in the garden. The flowers still, the trees rustle gently to the breeze. Summer will never end as we stand in this moment of time. The present. The heat and warmth. Cyclones of majestic between us. Nothing hushes this moment now. Only words from your mouth, those eyes. Makes me weak because it seduces me into trillions of psychological emotions never could be described with our senses. But it happens, chemistry, the orchestra. The thrust of hugs, the soft of kisses. Closer, tighter, forever. Within the realms of shrubs, flowers, bushes, and trees. You are the lantern my dear. The one that is dim within this garden of fine and grand. But your dim light doesn't mean anything. It just means you are gentle and innocent with sweetness as you are. I think of you. as you do of me. Wondering, deep within. Of nights where you are in your bed as I am in mine, looking out a window, or closing your eyes as you see the imaginations flutter, dance and sing. You my dear are the music better than pianos and basses. Forever you floral. Forever you are warm. Cozy. Obsess and obsess about me as you will.

I feel so confident. Been feeling so confident. If this place was full of ghost, I'd be down to own this haunted house bitch. Not trying to say I got voices or demons on the side of my bed talking to me. What I'm saying bitch. I run the fucking mental asylum while everyone watches. This isn't no ego swing. Take me as the summer chill, the breeze from the ocean blue. I'm not even mad if I don't even get friends. My friends already exist, that's the souls I dream of. The community I wish to drive. Grooves in my radius at every step I make, every time I look up at the sky. It all smiles back at me. And if I do land me a deranged club of creeps and weirdos, then consider me beyond blessed. Matter of fact. You could say whatever you want in my messages. Tell me how much of a loser I am or tell me I come off as a pretty laid back guy. No fucks given but I would always throw back the shine if you present it first. This is coming from someone that was bullied like a dog in school. Someone that dances in the dark and cheers within the shadows. But someone that kisses every ray of light. Hugs the flowers with my nurturer and has his way with every color he sees.