When you can't see, Everything becomes shadow in passing and the subconscious image is your immutable impression. As the light mends slowly and you start to see shadows laid out before you. A puff of thick breath comes from your lungs for them to share. Take it from me, take it from me, those shadows scream and you wish if only your eyes were open. You can open your eyes but that can't make you see. Go on, Hit me I won't fight back- You scream; stuck on a ship made of old memories. Go ahead Hit me Let's go to war, we will burn our ships together. An unmistakable sent of the sea drifts through your open windows. You find the matches right in front of you. Looking up at the heavens wondering, How haven't I noticed that before? Now shadow forgets it's lines and sputters, fizzing out blushed silence like a fart so you laugh and laugh and laugh.