A *boop* can mean several things, one to a lover and another to a brother.
Wrapped up in *blankets* of anger and self-doubt. It could mean so many things that the *imagination* of one could drown in it.
Falling, Fleeting, they feel *hopeless* with all the things their mind drives them to believe a simple action or word to be.
Does it mean *raindrops* falling onto a shadow littered sidewalk?
Could It Mean A Warm Embrace Is Coming?
Or does it amount to *shame?* A horrible feeling, one that holds a heavy negative connotation and something that makes everyone feel like *comfort* would do no good for them?
A *boop* could also lift someone straight to the heaven's in a vast *starscape,* one that holds years and memories upon thousands that are held still in space by nothing but a still and non-moving force.
They all are laid together so finely and intertwined so correctly that they may bloom open to show the crimson insides of a *Rose,* the beautiful lips that whisper thoughts of the *imagination* and those memories held within their gentle walls and echoed through vast halls to be recounted as legends.
The legends then recounted and reborn into prophets of the galaxy as *destiny* and great odyssey. To then be passed to bards and turned into beautiful *melody.*
Being brought to crowds in rounds of large celebration to *dazzle* and astonish, to even alight hope into more young souls and make said destiny come true. Their *strawberry* cheeks and spontaneous laughter proving their soul is right for the choosing and the sky sends down their *rainbows,* leading to the promised one.
May they have to cross the *ocean* of dying trials.
Or sail into the *sunset* to new worlds that hold bloodbaths or red rain to fall from the heavens.
Finally, they are blessed when their journey ends, and their life is close to it's final chapter. They find a *precious* child or woman to pass their legacy to, one to take their history and pass it on to. May that be their own child or through the cycle repeated and sang in taverns and inns where the beautiful *kitty* of a singer can make their own journey and raise the next prophecy. That tiny prophecy growing up with the words of song and dance that insinuate a grand journey was taken to save the world and they find themselves lost in sugar coated daydreams and lies till the day has arrived for them to start their own odyssey.