As I go on, turning my world again as I do everyday, the rays of that sun hit you, and I try to go on as the planets and the stars and moon line up and collide, and my world has turned and turned, until it’s spinning out of control... and I fall. I fall for the sunshine, distracted by your name in my head.

Leaves decorate your universe. Every line, shape, form, space, colour, texture, everything... I take it in. Thank God for the sun and it’s creation, and for the second where you look at me with the glow of all that glorious ******* sun, and for when the Earth separates and reveals its beauty. Look at the stems and the ground, the ground from which we came from and were breathed life into.

Look! Look at you, my love. You are beautiful. And so much that I got stuck and left in the concept of the ticking of the clock, for you are art, my dear. The most beautiful kind. And the wind mixing with the light, that is art. And I love you and the sun. That is art. This is art, and you are the picture in the foreground.