the oblivious. the queer eye of a perfectionist.

the taste. the look of subtle and calm.

some clear drips of moist,

stare right through me.

if Saturn moving right ahead, so does the loyal associates.

even by the forceful nature of it all.

time has change. its moving fast forward.

and also the disappearance of a belief that once seen as
perfection.

no one dares to question.

the silence of speech.

the serenity of the night, dispersed by the whispers.

what time has tell was a renaissance,

that should be respected.

it was crude.

no blood spilled.

just plain emotions.

the pen and paper.

stains.

take a look at it all...