Would you assume there can’t fun with out f n u? Well when looking at the spelling I guess that would be true. But seeing the whole equation you’ll notice my operation is not directed for sensation but in fact communication. It’s a message that is sent between us back and forth, through many signs and glances all in which I adore. It’s like seeing an old couple in the street walking slow, holding hands as time flies by, leaves falling as they go. I see too less of this way too often. Now everything is about money and the creams that make skin soften. Nature is over-looked and true love is underrated. Life is full of something fake that makes me wish I were sedated. Million-dollar rings on figures far from deserving. A war goes on, a singer sings as countries go on starving. Have you ever seen someone’s eyes? I mean fallen into trance and gotten lost in starry skies? First you see some darkness followed by the light. Then you see their soul all wrapped up and nestled tight. I guess that’s why we blink. So our life form won’t escape. Or worse off be stolen, taken from it’s resting place. I often wonder what would happen if what’s inside fell out. Would it hurt? Would you cry? Would you fall hard hit the ground and die? And what if someone saw your soul just lying on the ground? Would they pick it up but look twice to ensure no one’s around? And then once they had it I would assume they’d get two lives. Two chances to find love and hate, to see if one can fly. If you saw this from a city street you’d wonder about the pink, elephants floating by like water dripping from a sink. It would drive you mad to see a man just take his life, which is why you should just pay attention to the old couple walking by.
