The air of silence ,soft walks or as rather perceived slow walking .never actually noticeable .Forced to be remembered in seasons ,wetting the floor .Making disgust in perception of nature .How mad was HE that you live so silently and shortly. Hiding faces from death but never a way of escapism .All beginning in the brain. The eyes feels the damage it never endured .Searching for salvation from the unknown. Running from all your point of existence.
