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Not in existence to be understood,
Not in existence to be understood,
Not in existence to be understood,

It is the creation of God and instead of being grateful for our sneak- peek into it,
We have mastered how to bastardise it and shit on it.
I said WE.

It, in actual fact is the belonging of the Angels,
Poor souls acting on the inclination of their nature felt the need to share it.
Only to later realise that WE would soil it.

Take it back…
Our bodies cannot wrap their molecules around it, at least not fully.

Not in existence to be understood,
Not in existence to be understood,
Not in existence to be understood

In existence to be felt.

Day dream

Eyes that carry with them a history and are capable of telling stories, asking questions, and providing answers...

 eyes that strip one naked of their skin to only see the vibrations all over the body - initiated by the heart beat.

 Your eyes provide a sense of marvel and bring with them an abundance of glee. Eyes capable of lighting up a room from the miniscule entry of white-light from cracks carved on the walls.

Your eyes are beautiful and if they are anything to go by - so is your soul!

Kikiki :)