Fascinating velvet skin and arteries, soft blonde hair, eyeless and cloudy, speakless grief in our permanent rain showers and thunderstorms, the razor-thin lightning bolts and a glass jar full of orange slices that taste like soap, the cherry blossoms and blue dust, a writing note and scribbles on paper, avatars and changing colors, intricate and real houses full of glass dolls, the outside gloom and divine whispering into my ear, hot breath and the fibers of my inside globe ablaze, infested object, sad face, downcast, a wild beauty that cannot sleep.