As if the blood of a ghost is seen by a love of a heart. The bloody heart would be raptured by the unmitigated soul referred to as ” the ghost” as if switched and referred to as a evil passenger of the so called spirit. Made by the endless evidence provided by the cuts and scares of the mortal, nonetheless causing severe imperfect outpourings referred to as feelings. The thing separating man from women. As if this century spends more time on texting then figuring the everneath or at least the untold heavens. Falling under hope, unable to concede such happiness or waterfall meanings. However, told of happy and of bad which shall we decide of such fate?