i have seen the unreal skys eyes dotted back and front. It is not that sky of blue upon the place where cloudy wisps flew. It's that sky you can only view from within your darkest sight. i have found my way doged between the lines, slipping through the cracks of time into the layers within my own mind.

To be truly awake you must delve into the abiss within your own shadow self without fear of forever going insane. Then you must rise up out of the ashes clean and made new out of the death cabe for Q.t. that yoused to be u.