There are some things I have watched for so long that even I have forgotten when they began. Mountains have risen beneath me and worn themselves down. Seas have swallowed cities whose names no tongue remembers. I have watched kings become bones, temples become hills, and children grow old beneath the same silver light their grandparents once mistook for magic. Miracles, I have seen, are rarely as permanent as people. There was once a village where the sea could be smelled fr

you did not ask me to, but when you are ready, call me, and I will be. it is not going to be easy, but that is what it will be. my heart is going for a walk the path less traveled is calling out. will you come after me when I get lost? This piece is an excerpt from thoughts of love by Sunday Bloo. © 2026 Sunday Bloo. All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced, distributed, or adapted without written permission from the author.

a copper-wired love, that is what you are. now and then, I catch your smile through the stormy clouds. let our love blossom and rumble in the wind as the sky darkens. let the rain pour down our story for the world to witness. press your lips to mine. until the thunder strikes our soul. This piece is an excerpt from for the ones who dream alone by Sunday Bloo. © 2026 Sunday Bloo. All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced, distributed, or adapted without written perm