Mother scolds her little daughter right in front of me in a tramway

The skull and bones are hidden in soft skin. 

But the eyes are naked and connect to the brain

Brain safely in skull but eyes show what's the insides like 

Eyes shine with glamour glee and light

Eyes like beautiful wet stones

She is a prescious little girl with a picture of a puppy on her schoolbag and a reflectory bands so nothing runs over her. And her mother doesn't see her anymore she just sees the hood on her jacket she tries to adjust and scolds her when she moves.

She sure loves her but life is too much. She doesn't have time to look at her. Her world revolves around the wrongly tied jacket around the dirty schoolbag. She gets so worried about her child behaviour she doesn't see the beauty anymore. The pure conscious quiet being that is always with her.