This is a picture of the bodies where our souls were once home. Or maybe not exactly a picture. Maybe, this is just one of those everlastingly weird and superficial formations of my imagination, or other’s imagination, or maybe your imagination at one point in your life, a life with which i used to revolve around, as far as your mushiness is concerned. This is a picture of the bodies which positions shown in the picture no longer exist. This is a picture of what used to be our bodies. These… were us.