It was hard to endure in a world constructed from souls and earthy frames.
That connection was a creation of a mad god, perhaps too genius to be explained; our vision was so blurry to read life's poetry, immature people attempted to endure In A futuristic speculation.
How about love?
Love will be forever unexplained, like the changing seasons, unpredictable and wild.

Words by Michel Ah
Art  sam alive