I was reading in the library and I began to have imaginations of jazz, deep conversation and talking about the beauty of lilac and powder blue colored flora, I want to muse about Monet with someone and share our emotive thoughts that could be like spoken poetry arriving from the unsaid within as streams of sunlight coming from our lips, and perhaps, the art of genuine, truthful love would also return like falling stars in our palms.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:24 PM UTC
I was reading in the library and I began to have imaginations of jazz, deep conversation and talking about the beauty of lilac and powder blue colored flora, I want to muse about Monet with someone and share our emotive thoughts that could be like spoken poetry arriving from the unsaid within as streams of sunlight coming from our lips, and perhaps, the art of genuine, truthful love would also return like falling stars in our palms.
