At a certain height, how do the heavens sustain themselves, with pure, intricate control, with whispers, with jokes, architecture amongst the chaos, so much greatness within all that’s ignored, they watch as the waves push and pull, the flow of the ocean, and passing eternities, they have seen it all, why anything happened, there was always a reason, but this whole time, from the day you opened your eyes, throughout the wholeness of your ignorance, your intentions and what you hoped to pass of as childlike innocence, this whole time homie, your daughter watches, there is a light in her eyes, someone has been watching.. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.