Sunflowers bloom through a whimsical wrinkle.
Growing inbetween my fickle face.
Trying to cruise at a simple pase.
Passing by the rat race.
Going smoothly; the clouds pass by hesitantly.
Still is my mind; the rays of the sun and the moon keep blessing me.
As my worlds stand in stillness.
The world is running frivolous.
Tracking my foot steps with a magnifying glass, my problems follow step by step.
I turn around offering them a pleasant ride.
I wear them on me with pride.
They’re the founders of my kingdom.
One day I seek to live my dreams.
For now I’ll walk on my slow sunflower road.
Look how conscious my mind has grown.
Look how much love my heart has shown.
Look how much energy my soul has thrown
Look how many sunflowers my road has sown.
Look…
Purple Empaths 