as we pass into obscuraty.
Feet up but very much down.
We find lifes lost on those around us.
Some calming of senses.
Find strength in what was weakness.
See truth through a lie.
We dont exist.
If beauty becomes me, it is this room.
No ideas of thought, object by force.
We are that dream,born of favor.
Lords of maternity and fortunes lost.
I love you
You abandoned me when I was young
As I grow older with my own family
I meet the person I lost
and understand who you are.
— The End —