over and lower ,doors stuck among the foes fighting to be tough to change the past to create another world of disguise ,,,,,isnt this the same thing that we keep feeling after the arrival of sunlight for more disguise then the perception blinds out the lights of oil light lamps on a craved wall of desires only to paint it with transperancy later....our now and desired future which will desire the past finally like the bloomed orchestral flowers of forgeting harmonies in those symphonies....god damn this cant help..