Eyes of the Heart Part 1

Some times in my dreams I walk on the ceiling. Blind folded . Eyes shut. Looking down on the world. Watching humans cry,kill,deceive ,sleep and steal dreams of hope. So I begin to cry,tears fall on their heads. They pull out umbrellas and ponchos. I fall from the ceiling with my tears. Landing downwards with these series of events. Holding the hearts of the people in my hand. Contemplating their every heart beat. Though I was holding their heart beat I couldn't see and understand its rhythm. I better understood every thing, once I replace my heart with there's. Sometimes in my dreams I walk on the ceiling blind folded. Eyes shut. Looking down on the earth. You haven't seen the world unless you seen it with your heart.