when your life is full of colour, your body wants to be like this...
just you and me, we see yet voices are swallowed by the air and our despair,
it is nothing wrong with that just a simple isolation for us not to think much about what life may take ,
what you and i may lack of,
the unstoppable of questioning the truth of lies where ever it is.
life is never becoming as an unlimited of resources for us to be happy be merry