A world, a time, & a notion not once shattered by reality but stuck in the constant murkiness of saliences which permeate through your skull. You could argue there's delusions of distant heaving reverberation in the boundless. You can argue the symbolism to all. You could get lost in the five senses. Maybe lost in the quiet. Find faith in nothing. Make friends with the inanimate. And paint pictures of beauty. Be a philosopher. Drown in the falling sinking quick sands of my lunacy.
