I have slept on hammocks
under the sky ablaze with pastel shades
with thoughts in my mind as delicate as snow
and as brutal as fire cracks on my skin
like I am plastered with a tattoo of a picture perfect life
but let me tell you how dandelions whisper,
how they bloom only to be blown or
how sparrows create symphonies followed by sunrise as we dream,
or how that one brightest star that you see every night at the same place
reminds me of songs I have never listened to
and how in each speck of the wavelength
and in every amplitude,
I have thought about you.
