Behind the window was living something perfect. Gods hid behind the curtains breathing them red. I am born through that window. I ran to the top of the window with all my wind and you kicked it out from under me and there I stood a star. All below me is wavering, it lingers for a moment and I love it so much. Amid dream I ran through forests ashen skies against naked feet and jumped back to reality, a shooting star against ancient cement temple. Falling out the black folds of windows I was born(three seconds) in a dream of love.  
                  Find the love you seek in the world in yourself
                              in your heart.