who can figure out the way of the sun? I journeyed after that sweet golden ray I went where desire pinned me I watched life blooming all around I’ve dreamt many dreams of us the sun energized my heart’s delight with a myriad of blooming flowers at last, you appeared before me standing vibrantly like the first flower of spring 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,

I knew you as you knew me I will uphold you through it all sunlight danced across the dark side of my soul shadow dipped me in light light dipped me in shadow and behold I am a kaleidoscope This piece is an excerpt from the other sides 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.

Silence is a safe space to gather the pieces. Not the dramatic kind of safety that demands a triumph. Not the kind that waits for a speech, or a confession, or a grand declaration of courage. Silence is gentler than that. It is the quiet room after the storm has passed. The hour before dawn, when the sky has not yet decided what color it will become. The pause between one breath and the next. In silence, the scattered fragments of a life begin to recognize each other again.