Life. just an elaborate scheme of trials set to challenge the weak hearted to their limits. some will fall, some will rise. and i have fallen into a deep sort of trans with peace and serenity as my only senses. nothing will phase the vast contemplation of mother natures pure complexion. horizontal, i drift to an even lower depth of perception as my veins turn to ice freezing my motion. to lie. to even think of deceptive ways to contort things to my liking. its all games. my eyes close to an imaginative state of being, only to be awakened by true living reality for another day not yet earned.