in the rows that become rows and rows and rows..
and rouge.. hair..
and a set of eyes that care if you stare..
selling salvation and sin together..
and other things that are bound forever..
then there's us..
and nothing else..
.:but in the silence there is magic
..:that is sent by light and static
....:begin to space the incomplete dream
so now you have a template..
and there is someone on the line:..
a tree, a finger and a Judas:..
not enough to persuade or dissuade anymore..
need more and different angels and conditions..
because it became so easy, that the original intention faded..
......: pierce and pull and tighten::...
it's time to mend --.
...:heal.
photo by JoeBot Flix
