Beautiful skies with cottony clouds, precious oceans in choreography au natural, looking up as i choke on the winds of my own insignificance in this world-lacking aim, lost purpose, worthy of this minus life in this invisible yet expansive hell. Alone. My world crumbles each time i crash under the weight of my insignificance, concealed in this veil of indifference i now wear. No peace just agony in my gorgeous pseudo scenic world.