the way things happen is something that neither i or anybody else can explain. From never ending rainbows to upside down crosses. The world (as people may call it) has become oblivious. The irony is is that we as mankind don't see ourselves as oblivious. The world is a colorful place. From black to freely color-wheeled hipsters. The world is spinning, slightly tilted, and filled with a myriad of living things. Together we create an art. An art so indescribable that it is possibly the reason why we are blind. An art that fills us inside or covers us like a thin sheet on the outside. An art that every body can learn to accept and understand as one. It's called life.