This shot has crosss processing and layers and texures.
My words come out crisp,
Like they were fresh from a toaster,
My birth or my death,
I ponder what’s closer.
I embelish my memories,
Some young and some old,
What I think of so endlessly,
Are the secrets untold.
Life is like a purchase,
A gift with no return,
If you’ve barely scratched the surface,
Then you have so much to learn.
Push life to the limits and always be happy,
There is no time for burden,
Cause then you’ll never know exactly,
What is hiding behind the curtain.