Whirling around the almost perfect world turns into a dreary haze. My body has become one with an angel and I can float beyond this universe. I am not stuck within this circular snow globe that holds 7 billion bodies captive. I can see everything all of the facades in human culture and how everyone aches for perfection that will never come from their dysfunctional bodies. I see all the wondering eyes searching for hope and happiness but they are searching in the wrong places. They find magic in pills and tabs to try and stop seeing the evil faces, but they are injecting the devil himself in their veins and he possesses their every motion. The drug induced parents spit out children and no matter how perfect the kids try to be they will always go back to their vices. Their babies grow up believing that the sun doesn’t even want to kiss their beaten bodies. So their minds wonder off into once upon a time but all the story books have been altered to have a happy ending. At fifteen their prince charming doesn’t come, hopelessness overwhelms them they look for love in the boys with no respect for women.  And the little girls try to fill the hole in their hearts with boys who will never know the intelligence in their brain but the crevices on their body. They will soak their pillows every night thinking that no man will ever treat them right. From up above I can see that they are all searching in the wrong places for love, and if they just look up they can see the help that they all truly need drips from someone’s perfect blood.