MY SPIRIT WAS AN UNDERLINE OF A PATHETIC ATTACK
AND THEN I CONSIDERED WATCHING MYSELF FROM THE ULTIMATE JUNGLE HOWEVER THIS DREAM WORKED UNTIL MY DISORDER BECAME MY OWN IDENTITY AND I DISAPPEARED INTO A MIRRORED CUBE FOR A WHILE JUST PLAYING WITH SHADOWS AND BORDERS THE VISION OF CLARITY WAS THE SPACE MAKING THE ILLUSION THAT PROVIDED THE CLEAN
AFTERMATH THAT CONTAINED A WHOLESOME PROJECTION DANCING IN BETWEEN THAT PROFOUND GLARE A REAL FIGHT THAT CREATED ITSELF WHEN YOU PUT A BROKEN GLASS ON A MOSAIC AND SO YOU PLAY AND YOU BET AND YOU FLY