Life is like a magical and unexplainable treasure, these define treasures of moments and treasures of time. Hold close and dear the unborn light we shed, looking through two frames of glass and forms of the surface and the deeper inner souls.

There are tears running down your sorrowful ghostly face and tracing down your see-through of a frame body. Observing right through you; it’s like looking through the glory of a fresh painted window, the wind calling us to carry on further to your hypnotic voice and the instinctual future of pressure that you would break us down if we were to “betray you”. The truth of knowing you’re here, but not in tacked to stay (I bet that’s your fear). Even the toughest looking point of a sharp thumbtack can break while trying to hold things up. The squeezing of my limp gory organs as you walk near my soul, while letting out the full blown forceful wind that you bring along with you. My instinct of them and by them I mean you. I will face many in life, but