I feel these simple words that flowed from my pen so easily make such perfect sense


A vision of perfection, that can only be described through those old

forgotten paintings that were painted by artists, whos names has meet the

same fate as their works. The kind of men who knew not the stress of our

inperfect world, and in their child-like innocense painted what they

thought eden might have been.



Our world has destroyed the minds of many of us, let the few who got past its gilded hands rejoice.