The shapes mingle, swirl as the colors blurry and wash into one another with no concrete line separating them. You watch faces mingle into your own desires every day. Imagine the cruelest of things, without making a single sound. Imagine horrible monstrosities walking right alongside you on the sidewalk. Legs and arms twisted into shapes similar to a toddlers drawing. Watch how they look at you, feel their eyes tear their way trough you, all the way to your soul. And yet you find it so... funny. How you can make a monstrous creation with only a fluent movemest of your arm. How even the beautifulest of men can turn into an amalgamation of mingling colours and horrendous creatinons of torn flesh, twisted bones and melting visuals instead of a face. People twist and turn just how you want them to.
Yet, you just gently smile to yourself as you look down to the thick pieces of glass that help you see.
