Everything we touch becomes something beautiful, over time we ponder the idea that maybe the object has a heartbeat like that of any human being. The empty spirit lingers, the lifeless form constantly mending itself, swaying back and forth, trying to hold on to it's meager and absurd existence. Careful because I am fragile and I may break. Hold me closer, keep me safe from harm, I have held you in my arms for so long it begins to hurt. Let me go just keep an eye out for my return, I am waiting for you in the fireplace. Set me free, the night is wild and you have nothing but regret. My wasteland is just another man's paradise, kiss the uncontrollable desire that still rest upon my lips, this domain has fallen to it's knees! My grace resting ever so close to your delicate face. Life is just art waiting to unfold it's great self around us all.