The waters are frigid, so I’m reluctant to jump – they say ecstasy is waiting beyond the likes and dislikes, the hows and the whys, once immersed within the world beyond time

– but I’m a sensory creature clinging to my illusions – it’s in my DNA, my God-given confusion, so let me dip my toes and try to imagine what only a leap of faith and total abandon can reveal

– I like to be so dirty that it doesn’t matter where I sit or lay, free from the mores and beyond the fray, but maybe it’s time I went for a swim, and stop calculating the cost of what logic’s forbidden.



Painting Our Illusions in 108 words a day.

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