It’s the confetti of various jumbles and fumbles and tumbles of gone, happening and hopes and the simulation of innocence with the tinctures and jiggers of deeper elevated sagacious impressionism, simultaneously and sort of innate sensitiveness, humane love and harks, thoughts, serenity etceteras, for breaking through the long bolted orbits of one’s being and altering, bring in synchronization two imperfectly perfect forms. Usually it’s only one. If being that back the covers, you get more, oh! heavens. Feel on the top of thousand starlight and cosmos.