It is what is unwritten where you will find splendor. In that magical state where artistry conceptualizes creation and illusions build fables. Never ending labyrinths will unearth new facets of untold stories that have no determination. Fantasies to be entertained only when darkness falls and lights fade into time without end. Perception is lost in mirrors that contrive deception …
There once was a true vision deep within. It started with a glimpse of fanciful possibilities. An innocent touch that would categorically define the way all others are perceived. Bewitching delight entangled with a hint of dissension. Absolutism in such a pure form that illusions reincarnate themselves from past dreams. Beauty falls in the form …
A million breaths and only one truth. A million questions that bring no answers. A million roads to traverse with no map, no compass. A million miles traveled and a million more to go. Do we walk a million miles, down a million roads, with a million questions taking in a million breaths, searching for …
Walking in no particular direction but reaching a purposeful place delineates prolific satisfaction. Random frequencies with distorted sound now ring as simple harmonic motion where equilibrium brings a new understanding. A wrong turn on the right track proves to be an act of providence when a rare bottle with altruistic garnishings gleams underneath the prevailing …