Plenty words blew in joy
Insecure and yet odd
"Baby, am I a toy?"
Darkness leads me to that kind of thoughts

I'm here
Bloom in the darkest side of this field
And you're here
Blooms in happiness and their meet

Our last evening were always entertaining
Let us meet that kind of evening, pretty please?

Earthlings,
Good morning
Glad to know that you're breathing still