Oh, how the world glistens when it's glazed in an unfortunate liquid nostalgia
I came out of the shell inside my chest to touch on what the eyes see.
The eyes are in a new home. They sleep next to a suspiciously calm woman.
I don't know where I am, but I tidy up; to show respect to those I share my soul with, and for the woman who sleeps next to me.
I would walk outside but I like a small dimension; I do not wish to travel too far from my home planet. I soon walk outside by obligation
And when I tell you, the world was familiar, i meant FAMILIAR.
We never left our home
The portal was just down the street to the left.
signed: mute (moo-tey)
















