///the colors and directions on your vision keep changing as u let the consciousness loose. The lights follow each other to the infinite open spaces…as you oscillate between Grey and Brown eyes, You see a bright light right in to the site of your brain///
“Is the connection too near or have I lost my color,
There is still a long long time still in the air.
Is this comfort born to see things shrink? Or
Like the trees, my season has come to shed this skin off…
Oh, I remember, that old bicycle, moving in time, has come to see me!
Is it all in these beautiful crystal pattern suspensions or just in everything we see….
Like these are the castles made by the bees…
Every time I come back it feels the same…will I go back this time again….”
these are the confused writings or the thoughts of the character in the painting “liquid oxygen film”.