"I remember, it was thirty minutes ago."
My mommy Fed me until my tummy was full.
" I fell fast asleep."
After awhile, I was dreaming of a movie I just saw on television.
"I tossed and turned for what seem like forever."
[My hands are weak and my tail is numb.
How could I be burried alive?]
"I cried and I cried."
[No one can hear me inside.
A two feet beneath a square trap . Equal in measures from side to side.]
"Mommy, where am I?"
"Get out of there," she cried.
[My eyes are tired, and I just want to sleep.
Wake me up. I'm burried alive.]
[She gently shook her baby mouse to wake up and follow the trail to the other side.]
["It's just a dream and a belly full of dinner." The mommy mouse replied.]
"This happened forty minutes ago." (

Branches that stretch along the terrace with dangling stems throughout.  Scraped, chipped and peeled of layers from its grey skin.  Connecting each stem to stem marked by living things that invade and conquer this figure with branches and stems.  With glitches along the way.  Fades and patches, competing with each other, yet symbolic something to be discovered. Flow and movement takes its advantages and makes it into the unknown, and the discovery of richness and deep surfaces to be drawn in for the taking.  The breathing organism pound its bleeding heart through and through as it forms pockets of bubbles for reciprocating.  Where the exchange begins or ends has a recycle formulated within the branches of its life to receive and life to give; given source.