Desierto de Atacama

These 2 orbs reflect you,  
Impriting your image in the back of this skull.    
Connecting two intentions two worlds.    
I see the way clouds shift in your skys    
The way the oceans curl against rocks    
How the wind blows the leaves in the fall.    
In Desierto de Atacama is doesn't rain    
I hope in this place you've created its the same.    
Because in mine it pours. If im reflected and you enter this world ive created the oceans are dried the sky is black and the tree's have all died. But its the only place where i can be Normal and alive. Empathy is when 2 souls create a bridge that links the energies causing shared experiences if a bit of this enters your plane of existence then it will eat you up from with in so as i exhale, feel the condisation emitting from the words that i say to you. it never rains in Desierto de Atacama until the day the heavens cried watching your slowly decaying youth.