four+skinny+trees

They are the only ones that give me super powers I am the only one who can experience it's powers.A frame that holds it together, a frame, like mine.One who is useful and given to me by the optometrist in the dark room.One lense scratched without protection.From her spot at the dinner table, Sam doesn't realize their mighty power. Their suitable appearance is their secret.They pierce the eyes and cram intelligence into your thoughts.They seize you with their mighty powers and behold you with their bionic stare.This is how they help. Let them forget for being, and they will metamorse into a miscreant of evil flower stompers.Help,help,help,glasses say when I sleep.They heal.When I am too frustrated and too helpless to keep trying, when I am in the very back muddled into a blur,then I shred paper.When you just had something with you and all of sudden you can't find it. ne who gazes and doesn't forget to gaze.One who's only reason to help and help.