following thy pupil thru the forcasted trees withheld by the gravity of the only lifted strength s we were surprisingly left with looking darkly thru my tinted shades. that now blent in with the dark parts of the picture that I sought to sit and see. within the dark funnel we walk thru to get access to the side of the hell we live in and yet there smiles daft upon our faces

as normal as is alone it almost felt the best fresh of breathe of a air not likely opened up enough to see the outside of thy frame all by itself. but yet not forget not without me ,, once again .