the taste of these cherry blossoms linger in my mouth, the ever so long rythm beats in head, the new experience i persevere is more than a hidden talent, this oath that my generation gives to me is unfaithful, but looking into this broken shattered mirror, i still see my world be put together by a stranger who knows exactly what to do and where. when you ask me i will not know. i will not know because i am trying to expand my life span. with these toxins that i retrieve from this person that i trust but do not know. when this elegant day comes, the one when i will be transfered to a different world by a spirit who's touch means more than the money i make, then i will be set free in a different dimension and the world that i now live in will be a myth that i will not recall. it will be reinhabited by new born flesh. and i will be looking upon this flesh, wondering whether it will bring good or evil.