heat isn’t good, but the wall collapsed and freed the relaxing, never ending wave of cool blasts of the sweetest grasp. one eye shut, the flow of the tempo at the top of your soul; swaying legs while content on the solid floor that the cushion never seems to really let you forget. space and stars on my mind while the sky and the clouds aren’t really the same, or is the universe above our very eyes. flowers transition, they put a nice mental. the music blares through the headphone which echoes into the room to the left, right, and kinda in-between. I guess she is beautiful in her own pitiful way.