if anything, it will make you ill to dream of recurring realities. incapable of sleeping, you wished for immortality. beating up a damaged seeker to detain a remorseful show, but the golden chains will only make the past an elegant foe. nested with tears on your palm, enough to irrigate unheard roads. stepped on with nowhere to be, reluctant futures you sought. but if anything, you will float with pride carrying an unborn love, seas ahead. if heart is a white feathered kite, then life is yours, marvelous kid.