![]() ![]() So why seek answers in foreign lands, or run for days through yielding sands, or weather seas not made for man in leaky boats? Go and make your peace because there’s nothing here that you can’t see – a fiction, or reality. I’m losing sight more each day and every night of everything I thought was right and all my allies in this plight are gone and then one said to me: ”The treasure is fantasy!” – “the dream they sold – a fallacy, like trying to hold onto the sea, like so much smoke run through your hands”. …….no, It’s not OK the countless poison lies we say to keep our hungry minds at bay and curiosity won’t stay buried, still. ![]() But then things shifted on a dime, and everything save for the trying was vaporised like mystery and all the love I used to see, the colours that I used to be held weight of an infinity when revealed as unreality. ![]() There was a time when I thought it was worth the crime. ![]()
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