Fonts adlib, sitting forward... not sure if anything will happen, none too pleased with the results she looks back and realizes it was all for not. Nothing actually makes sense anymore, he looks forward pleased at his accomplishment, a tornado yelling at a homeless man in a drinking fountain.
Never before, has someone seen, the way it thought it saw. However, who's to say it saw anything at all. Sitting on a park bench, biting through and through, "It's cold out", it said with disdain.
Looking out the window drinking tea before a sunset, watching the horizon, thinking 'what will come next'... nothing comes to mind... the tea tastes bitter filled with flavour... the tea doesn't care, it simply exists to be drunk.
Filled with light flowing
Rays shining through random paths
Life is abstraction
