• It is as if I fall in too the sun and the wave that closes my eyes start to make sense but it is varying vague. I fell as I have stood hears for many days on end listening to hear a sound any thing the whistle of the wind along the red and green grass, or the sound of the waves against the rocks. I see a door in the side of the mountain hill side. I roam the hills for days in search of life but I have hope. But all is life less the urge is to immanent as the hill wants to jump in to the sea but in one piece, but broken dead pieces. I lean in to the sun and the sea picks me up and cuddles me I feel warm and loved and then it drops me. I fall for days on end and hit the green yet red Grassy hills and yet no one is around and no one ever finds me and no one will ever find me for i and the air