The universe began to blossom, fed chaotic by a bunch of moods and conceptions full of passion. 𓇼 Full of passion is the poetry, airing its essence in the cadence of the midnight salute of stars. 𓇼 In mind's culpability of someone, the name of who we're thinking, it's replaced with the pronoun, s/he. 𓇼 Inspired, their actions get wildly. And black is beautiful to cook it up, in thoughts bloomed out of joy.